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W. H. MOORK. 



COLLECTION OF JEWELS 



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TO MY DAUGHTKR, 

MATTIE JOE MOORE, 

THIS VOI.UME IS 
I<OVINGI.Y DEDICATED BY 

THE AUTHOR. 



Copyright, 1900, by W. H. Moore. 



INDEX. 



A Pause 

A Thought 

Apologetic lyocals 

Artificial Rose 

A Drop of Honey . 

Approval . . . . 

Angel in the Flesh 

A Letter . . . . 

Adoration . ^. . 

A Privileged Character 

A Surrender . 

A Dream . . . . 

A Prayer 

A Wounded Spirit 

A Whisper 

Brother's Experience 

Back from the Long Ago 

Bother . . . . 

Beware .... 

Collision 

Crisis .... 

Chase . . . . 

Cold Wave . 

Christmas '99 . 

Confidence 



PAGE. 

175 

72 

62 

39 

36 

34 

24 

11 

5 

154 

142 

139 

137 

135 

118 

166 

75 

117 

115 

173 

79 

42 

37 

133 

128 



IV 



Index. 



Defiance . 

Different Ideas 

Evil's Net 

Eternal Life and Death 

Easter 

Epitaph 

Epitaph 

Faith, . 

Fate . 

Golden Chariot 

Golden Grain 

Holy Ghost . 

Humboldt vs. Jackson 

If . 

In the Vortex . 

I.ord of All . 

Local 

Look Up 

Lamp 

Mammoth Cave 

Modesty 

My Guide 

My Forte . 

My Guest 

Mary's Little Lamb . 

Name It 

Out of Place 

Pieface . 



PAGE 

109 

134 

13 

168 

166 

6 

6 

39 

9 

36 

121 

156 

162 

171 

89 

71 

52 

35 

112 

68 

67 

35 

143 

127 

118 

137 

161 

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Index. V 

PAGE 

Proverbial . 147 

Pity .114 

Present ........ 55 

Presentation . . . . . . .55 

Poor Cuba 26 

Resolve .130 

Sweet Suffering ...... 157 

Silly 120 

Soft 122 

Say . Ill 

Sing 73 

Still in the Ring 56 

Sweet Bird of the Spirit .... 31 

The Fall and Rise of Adam . . . .169 

The Sweetest One 170 

The Grandest of All Babies . . . .158 

Truth's Paths 17 

Too Bitter to Be Bitter 144 

The Standard 134 

Temptation on the Mount .... 131 

Triumph 129 

The Golden Egg 126 

Truth 120 

The Poor Artist ...... 125 

The Prince of Peace . . . . .113 

The Prayer ....... Ill 

That One- Armed Man 91 

Token . .56 



vi Index. 

PAGE 

Unfaithfulness 7 

Who Will Be the Queen 29 

When Things Are the Sweetest ... . 41 

Who Are My Brethren 156 

Who Is He ...... . 15 

Wish 55 

Yes, I See ....... 77 

16 to 1 84 



PRKFACK. 

To improving my talent lately I took, 
So I have concluded to write in a book. 
I started at twelve in the service of God, 
Determined to labor while walking the sod. 

To watch for His promise is sweeter to me 

Than all I possess, or all I can see ; 

By varied experience, I am able to tell 

Of the one I love best, who saves me from hell. 

It's been my experience all my life through. 
That the words of the Bible are fervently true ; 
If troubles are many, nevertheless, 
He is able to comfort in deepest distress. 

Don't be impatient, but prayerful and true, 
And the good there is in it will come out for you. 
I know I've been blessed more than I could pick up 
From the sweetest of pleasure, to the bitterness of cup. 

Man may be limited as for time as he thinks. 
But God at man's folly as often he winks. 
Nets, they are woven, for us as of old, 
But the servants of God are fearless and bold. 



2 A Collection of Jewels. 

lyike Gideon, who went out to fight God's battle, 

The enemy fled like dumb, driven cattle; 

In Gideon's band there was only a few, 

But the enemy thought there were a million or two. 

So, to be armed by the grace of God, 
You will always conquer while walking the sod; 
You see God 's with us the darkest of night, 
Perfectly willing our battles to fight. 

If you are timid, just give Him your gun, 
You will see how nicely the Devil can run; 
It's not in numbers God's battles to win. 
He wins more battles with fewest of men. 

It is His chosen He sends out to fight, 
And He is their Captain and leads them all right; 
David, another of God's most slick, 
Whenever in trouble gets out of it quick. 

His cunning and music caused others to stare, 
And wonder why he could down lion and bear; 
'Twas only the power of God vested in man 
That enabled David as none other can. 

Saul on the throne, but David near by, 

When Israel was caused by the Philistines to cry. 

David a shepherd of his Father's own sheep, 

Was watching and praying while others were asleep; 

Went to his brothers in Israel's camp, 

And seeing their countenances so muddy, so damp, 



A Collection of Jewels. 3 

Asked of the troubles and why them so blue, 
Knowing God's promise to carry them through. 

I^earning of the challenge Goliath had made, 
Was bound and determined to lay him in shade; 
Went up to Saul and offered his hand 
To cut down the giant, as no other can. 

Saul was astonished, and wondered what boy 
Had come out for Goliath to make of a toy ! 
*'0h," says David, ''Don't at me stare, 
I have already slain a lion and a bear. ' ' 

''And all who come to hinder God's plan, 
I'll kill him, I'll slay him, as no other can." 
Saul, seeing two giants in the little boy, Dave, 
His spear and his armour, most readily gave. 

For pity for Saul, David almost wept, 
Seeing faith in God from him had crept. 
David didn't want for a single thing. 
But a few small stones and his little old sling. 

But with it could knock out the eye of a mouse. 
While others couldn't hit the side of a house. 
Goliath came walking leisurely out. 
Sure of putting Old Israel to rout. 

David came running like a boy at school, 
Goliath thought David very easy to rule; 
David said a few words of challenge as he ran, 
Goliath could have held him in the hollow of his hand. 



4 A Collection of Jewels. 

Here came the little rock whizzing with force 
And struck Goliath in the skull, centre, of course; 
Down came the giant with a mighty big crash, 
For David, with his little rock, had settled his hash. 

Saul hopped from the throne as nimble as a flea, 
Shouting, "Hallelujah, Israel is free !" 
David, with the big sword, made him minus head: 
The ladies all of Israel wanted David to wed. 

Saul had done many things, but David had done bet- 
ter, 

So it raised jealousy to the very letter ; 

The people of all Israel wanted Dave to bring 

And pour the oil upon his head and make him Israel's 
king. 

Saul, he suspicioned it and made him mighty mad. 
So the Devil entered into him and treated David bad — 
Jealousy and envy, the bane of the world, 
Causes scrubs to want to fly and keeps prominence 
in a whirl. 



A COLLECTION OF JEWELS. 



ADORATION. 

'Tis happiness, Dear God, sublime, 

To weave to Thee Thy sacred rhyme, 
While I pray, and watch and pray, 

Seeing Thy hand, yes, every day. 
Arm me with patience, faith and hope. 

That I might with the evil cope. 
And snatch the veil from off the truth. 

And see it blossom into youth. 

By experience of twenty years, 

I've cause to throw to the winds my fears. 
For Thou art the Way, the Truth the lyife, 

And none can prevail 'gainst Thee in strife. 
For thou art mighty, more than they, 

Can turn the darkest night in day. 
And when lapsing in deepest shade, 

'Tis I, Thou say est, "Be not afraid !" 

'Tis Thou who raiseth the fallen up, 

'Tis Thou who sweeteneth the bitter cup, 

'Tis Thou who plucketh the sting from death. 
And giveth the angels heavenly breath; 

Could any ask any more of Thee ? 



A Collection of Jewels. 

Thou art perfect — Thou suiteth me. 
And when in trouble and distress, 

For sweet council I will seek Thy breast 
From the beginning unto the end, 

Glory be to God ! Ah men ! Ah men ! 



EPITAPH. 

This was my mother, 

And remains so to-day, 
Up in yon heaven, 

And for me doth pray. 
She died in bright happiness. 

Bought with the truth — 
I just can remember, 

'Twas when I was a youth, 
But the angelic countenance 

On her face so sublime. 
Will be bright in my memory 

My remainder of time. 



KPITAPH. 

This is my father, 
I knew him full well; 

Upright and honorable. 
As any could dwell. 



A Collection of Jewels. 

He had many trials, 

And bore them with grace, 
And the image of Jesus 

Was oft in his face. 

He always was willing 
To lend helping hand, 

To those of the needy. 
Of any clime and land. 

His death came easy. 
The battle had closed. 

He has gone to yon heaven, 
Where the best of us goes. 



UNFAITHFULNESS. 

She didn't hold out faithful 

And a crown of thorns she wears. 

And I am left so lonely; 
'Tis best to live by pairs; 

I do not censure her at all, 

'Twas best for her, and best for all. 

CHORUS. 

It beats all heathendom 
Within the Isles of Greece, 
He sold his daughter 
For one thirty dollars. 
And slew the Queen of Peace. 



8 A Collection of Jewels. 

He wishes now to restitute, 
Will it be all leaves and little fruit ? 

Most bitterly tlie murderer rue, 
He dosen't know what on earth to do, 

To clutch the prize — the money hoard; 
Like Saul who fell upon his sword. 

CHORUS. 

And now he's using his influence 

To bring his allies in, 
That they might also restitute. 

And help him cover sin. 
He's got to humble at my feet, 

And own that God is God, complete. 

CHORUS. 

We often use the evil one, 

Captured from the ship, 
To push the magazine along, 

'Mid whizzing balls, cozip; 
The foe is fleeing out of sight. 

We see them one another fight. • 

CHORUS. 

But God will use His influence, 

To raise another queen, 
With garments spotless as the snow, 



A Collection of Jewels, 

Most beautiful as was ever seen, 
To take the place of the one that's gone, 
And wield the scepter on the throne. 

CHORUS. 

The evil might all muster up, 

To make his word alloyed, 
But we will re-establish it. 

So not unto him void; 
We'll hold the banner to the last 

And fight till the latest foe is past. 

CHORUS. 



FATE. 

'Twas decreed that Fate should part us. 
Though we loved so long and well; 

It was Evil's instigation; 

Oh! what will be their awful hell ! 

It is Evil's earthly mission 

To despoil all that's fair. 
And when it sees a rose a-blooming, 

Sows its poison then and there. 

Evil has an evil motive, 

And follows Good, yes, everywhere. 
Good is always on the right hand; 

Evil on the left right there. 



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And when it sees Good's spotless garment, 
Pure and white as the driven snow, 

Thrusts it's bloody hands to grasp it — 
Down to hell with it to go. 

But oft it misses the coveted treasure, 

Then we see it gloomy so, 
Never looking up to Jesus, 

Or clinging to the cross; Oh, no! 

But the Good is long suffering, 

Knowing it has another time, 
And defeats the Evil motive; 

Keeping back the bloody crime. 

But the object Good is winning, 

To desperation, worried at last, 
Becomes withered, worn and weary. 

And in the arms of Evil cast. 

Evil sees the situation. 

And dotes upon his prowess grand, 
And in his evil heart is chuckling: 

"See I have him !" (do you call him man?) 

See my net is fast around him, 
I have him where he suiteth me, 

I am thus and thus, and so sir, 
A complete monopoly. 

I will now make restitution; 
Giving back to him my theft. 



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I know that he is flesh and blood, sir, 
Seeing he is so bereft. 

After money's restitution. 

The Spirit will whisper this to him: 
What caused you to flee from the wrath to come, sir ? 

There's no fruit, but leaves and limb. 

But to ease your muddy conscience. 

As for theft I'll pardon give; 
But the Angels in Heaven whisper: 

It isn't good that you have lived. 

For your hands are bloody, bloody. 

Though no blood upon them see; 
Yet your hands are bloody, bloody. 

For she bled all inwardly. 

God's children's heads are heads of wisdom. 
The evil head is no more 'n a gourd! 

lyike Saul, who followed after David, 
Fell dead upon his sword. 



A I.KTTKR. 

The sixth month and twenty-fifth day — 
How are you, sweet girl, to-day ? 
My loneliness of heart no tongue can tell; 
But physically, thank God, I am well ! 



12 A Collection of Jewels. 

I arrived home the following eve, 
Was sorry indeed had I you to leave; 
But the sweet pleasure with you by my side, 
Caused all sorrow into happiness to hide. 

The love I have for you is more precious than gold. 
It all through the battle the Angels did hold; 
It was God's battle, most any can tell; 

And it will eventually save many from . 

There are many lessons from it to be learnt. 
If we fool with the fire we are sure to get burnt; 
'Twill cause many to laugh and many to weep; 
For that which we sow, the same shall we reap. 

lyCt envy and jealousy go to the winds, 

And take pleasure and happiness as Providence sends; 

For good things will come, early or late. 

To those of God's children, who are willing to wait; 

And if not God's they will never be mine, 

If they be the fairest of all womankind. 

So go get your trousseau and don't make a pause. 

And be a sweet wife to the noble cause. 

And those who will say that my choice isn't good, 
May go to the place where all sinners should, 
Don't fool me darling, be good, sweet and kind. 
And be true to the cause of God's holy design. 



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I am coming next Wednesday, second to this, 
And will expect a great deal more than a kiss. 
Those sweet little daisies you pinned on my breast, 
In the Book of all Books I've most tenderly pressed. 

The darkest hour is just before day, 
Come, Sugar, let's marry and drive tears all away. 
I'll be looking for a letter, ere this is from sight — 
Be sure, little Darling, to William do write. 
Our wedding, with joy, many hearts will fill 
And the walls of Jerusalem will readily build; 
I, like Shakespeare, never repeat, 
But Mim. K. P. , you are awful sweet. 

You are my choice just to the letter. 

The king of France couldn't do any better; 

You know the hand- writing, you've read it before — 

From one who adores you — W. H. Moore. 



KVIIv'S NET. 

Kvil weaves his secret net 

And sets his triggers sly. 
We know it's lurking in his mind — 

''Your money, name, or die." 
Good seemeth not it to notice, 

While going on his way, 
Knowing he'll be caught in it 

Some very lonesome day. 



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Kvil says it in his mind: 

He is coming now this way, 
Where shall I set my good stout trap, 

Where shall I hide and stay, 
That I might see him tumble in 

And hear his pitiful cry, 
So I can stop the good he is doing. 

That makes me often sigh ? 

I'll drop a dollar in his way, 

To see him pick it up; 
And look around to see if any 

Was watching the sneaking pup. 
Ah ! look ! instead of that 

He points it out to me. 
Oh, how mean that I do feel 

And what bright countenance see ! 

But we are legions, we are many. 

Others will try him too; 
For I have my company, 

I'll not the effort rue. 
But I feel so very mean, 

I wish it I hadn't have done, 
Do you reckon he'll know ' twas for purpose put. 

Or put there just for fun? 

I wish that I could keep it hid — 

The meanness that I've done; 
But oh ? my conscience hurts me so ! 



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I am bound to tell it to one. 
So lie tells it to one and then to two, 

But wishes the secret words all back, 
When the lash of conscience, the plaited cord, 

Comes crashing down co-whack. 

Good, wherever it may go, 

Finds Evil watching sly, 
That it might put its bloody hands. 

And the spotless garment dye. 
Yet it cant help loving good 

And trembles at the sight. 
As the devil trembled when seeing God, 

For he did look so bright. 



WHO IS HK ? 

What manner of man is this, is this ? 

He 's been tried in every way and place. 

And the Image still is in His face. 

I've stole His money and betrayed His trust, 

And He considers it no more than dust. 

But oh! to me that withering look! 

It follows me in every nook — 

It bares me sorrowful to the wall. 

An undone wretch, I fall, I fall ! 

And yet he 's considered but a man in this. 

What manner of man is this, is this? 



16 A Collection of Jewels. 

What manner of man is this, is this ? 

He 's been tried in every way and place, 

And the Image still is in His face. 

I have seen Him at other times 

When they tried to wrench from Him His dimes, 

And when they of it began to boast, 

They looked and saw His unseen host; 

A regiment was in his eyes. 

He conquered and he won the prize. 

And they in chagrin did hiss: 

What manner of man is this, is this? 

What manner of man is this, is this? 

He *s been tried in every way and place. 

And the Image still is in His face. 

We set our nets for Him in church. 

That we'd stampede and scare Him much; 

But He had wisdom more than sense, 

And fully knew all our intents. 

And threw it back to us in white. 

But to us it was the darkest night. 

Then we most readily His hand would kiss; 

What manner of man is this, is this ? 

What manner of man is this, is this? 

He 's been tried in every way and place, 

And the Image still is in His face. 

We saw His prospects bright as day, 

We compassed Him around that we might stay; 



A Collection of jewels. 17 

We held His business with tight clutch, 
We took from Him what He loved much, 
We poured our curses upon His head. 
Because He wouldn't by us be led, 
But He stood it just like Paul in this. 
What manner of man is this, is this ? 

What manner of man is this, is this ? 
He 's been tried in every way and place, 
And the Image still is in His face. 
He seems to consider man as naught, 
He stands as though by grace He's wrought. 
With bitterness we all together rue, 
Remuneration in our hearts burns through. 
As we have tears we will shed them now, 
By whom He is taught He shows us how, 
We will yield him up all this, all this. 
For we know what manner of man is this. 



TRUTH'S PATHS. 
It's been my silly custom, 

All my days of youth, 
To battle for the Master, 

And His noble truth. 

CHORUS. 

The battle oft is heavy, 
It almost makes me fall, 

But I'll get beside my Savior, 
After all. 



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When I attempt to do some good, 

Old Evil finds it out, 
And musters all his army up. 

That he might cut me out. 

CHORUS. 

The dear, sweet words of the living God. 

The devil tries to hem, 
And checks it in it's noble course, 

On its return to him. 

CHORUS. 

The evil that I try to dodge. 
Causes me to dodge the good, 

And cannot do right at that time, 
What others think I should. 

CHORUS. 

The devil thinks he's mighty smart, 

And we objects of pity. 
But to explode an ounce of truth, 

Would overturn a city. 

CHORUS. 

A man of God is out of sight, 
To those who work the triggers, 

lyike Cain whose younger bro1 her slew, 
Turned out naught but negroes. 

CHORUS. 



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The nets are woven round us 

Very thick and fast, 
But God will not allow it — 

The evil one to last. 

CHORUS. 

When Noah was constructing 

The ark God told to build, 
The unbelief kept howling, 

He could not keep them still. 

CHORUS. 

When Abraham went out to God, 

A sacrifice to make, 
A ram of finest quality. 

Got caught up in the wake. 

CHORUS. 

They put Joseph in the pit 

To keep superior down. 
But he, came lord of many things, 

And owned the world around. 

CHORUS. 

When Pharaoh was determined 

To put God's light all out, 
He didn't know he was feeding 

The baby Moses, stout. 

CHORUS. 



20 A Collection of Jewels. 

There was big, fat, Goliatli, 

Whom Israel all did fear, 
But the rock that left little David's hand 

Did cause them all to cheer. 

CHORUS. 

Klijah was a holy man, 

And talked direct from God, 
And told the rest what they should do, 

Who fought and tilled the sod. 

CHORUS. 

Klijah he anointed Saul 

To become Israel's king. 
The people were then all well pleased. 

And the sweetest songs did sing. 

CHORUS. 

Saul was the people's choice right then. 

As though there was no other 
Who would fight for the noble cause of God, 

Regardless of his brother, 

CHORUS. 

God's choice was a babe, right then 

Keeping Papa's sheep. 
Was getting foolish like we are. 

While smarter ones were sleep. 

CHORUS. 



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Saul, he was a coward, 

And didn't regard the truth, 
And didn't know the power of God 

Was vested in a youth. 

CHORUS. 

Saul, he was a king, indeed, 

For the money that was in it, 
And David was the truth itself, 

And was most sure to win it. 

CHORUS. 

Goliath, he came dail}^ out 

To torment Israel's sheep. 
And frightened Saul so terribly 

His manhood from did creep. 

CHORUS. 

David, he was not aware 

Of his brother's situation. 
Until he reached Old Israel's camp, 

A faithless generation. 

CHORUS. 

Astonished was the man of God, 

Though he was but a youth. 
Yet well he knew the world was made 

With nothing but the truth. 

CHORUS. 



22 A Collection of Jewels, 

He knew the truth always prevailed, 
And around him good things bring; 

So all he wanted was one smooth rock, 
And his little old leather sling. 

CHORUS. 

Saul, he at last consented 

For Dave to try his luck, 
So the rock came whizzing in the air, 

And in his forehead struck. 

CHORUS. 

The giant, he came tumbling 

lyike a big forest tree, 
And it was sounded all around. 

That Israel now is free. 

CHORUS. 

The praise of Dave was sung around 
By the ladies far and wide. 

And Saul he was delighted. 
But could not envy hide. 

CHORUS. 

Saul, seeing that the kingdom 
From him was sliding back, 

Though David he kept dodging, 
King Saul was on his track. 

CHORUS. 



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Though there was young Jonathan, 

The son of Saul, the king, 
Who loved little David very much, 

And the best of news did bring. 

CHORUS. 

And Saul, he had a daughter. 

Whom David did admire. 
But when things turned, just like they did. 

He would not keep for hire. 

CHORUS. 

David was anointed king, 

Many days before, 
But God in his good time allowed, 

That Saul should rule some more. 

CHORUS. 

We often view the outer world, 

While standing on the stage, 
So we know well the crime of Saul, 

That rubbed him off the page. 

CHORUS. 

But David, we are not through with him. 

Comes to us like a thud; 
The Temple was not built by him, 

His hands were stained with blood, 

CHORUS. 



24 A Collection of Jewels. 

But one thing we do know of him, 
And of him we may sing, 

He followed strictly after truth, 
And became Israel's king. 

CHORUS. 



ANGEL IN THE FLESH. 

Surely we can plainly see. 

An angel in the flesh we cannot be; 
No doubt he thought unto the host, 

Not of works lest ye should boast. 
Though we get all premium tags, 

Our righteousness are as filthy rags. 

And when we think that we are much, 
We are falling into evil's clutch; 

And when we feel our best is done, 
The Savior's work is just begun. 

When we are lapsing in deepest shade, 
*' 'Tis I," He sayest, ''be not afraid." 

A wretched sinner cannot brook 
One moment on His face to look. 

Yet He sees him in the dark, 

How could he live without that spark ? 

Though we see this in past life, 
Rebellious still, and in the strife. 



A Collection of Jewels. 25 

So while walking on the sod, 

The carnal mind is enmity to God, 

To do our duty as we should,- 
No, not one of us are good; 

So old evil in us bred, 

'Tis Christ the good doth do instead. 

So oft the evil will we do, 

'Tis perfectly natural for us to, 
So we to be saved from sin 

We certainly must be born again ; 
So from sin to be relent, 

We certainly must of it repent. 

The essence of the Scripture makes us wise, 
If you'll repent you'll be baptized, 

As John said unto the host, 

''He'll baptise you with the Holy Ghost." 

The Holy Ghost is what He gives 
A wretched sinner and he lives. 

Though if you think with God not versed, 

'Tis best that you should be immersed. 
The mind, we think, is the soul of man, 

So let's cleanse it if we can. 
The mind's by which that we can tell, 

Whether in heaven or in hell. 
If we were in heaven and didn't know it. 

The harp the angels needn't blow it. 
Or even from its rack take down, 



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Its music would be no more 'n a sound. 
The mind is this, when we are sane, 
Co-operation- of the heart and brain. 



POOR CUBA. 

What other nation, 

But evil-hearted Spain, 

Would give poor Cuba 

Such an awful lot of pain ? 

Spain starved Cuba, 

With her taxes high; 
Cuba ate the crust 

And Spain ate the pie. 

Spain was a beauty 

In her own conceit, 
And sucked the blood of Cuba 

Ivike a hungry ferret. 

Until Justice came. 

Like it always will, 
To free poor Cuba, 

And the Spaniards kill. 

Providence sent 

From America the "Maine," 
To sail into the port 

Of evil-hearted Spain. 



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''Uncle Sam," on friendship, 

Was only then intent; 
With such thoughts into his mind. 

The pretty ship he sent. 

The ship lying in the water, 

Resting for the night, 
Wasn't expecting evil; 

Thought 'twas doing right. 

Spain's envy was arrows, 

lyike a muddy conscience will. 
And touched the button in the night, 

When all around was still. 

Unexpected souls were they. 

Two-sixty, yes, and three. 
Without a moment's warning, 

Launched in eternity. 

There were fathers, brothers, cousins, 

And sweethearts not a few. 
Who could have stood it ? 

Neither I nor you ! 

America could but cry out. 

Vengeance far and wide; 
Pity, yet, oh duty! 

Uncle Sam, he wept and sighed. 

It was a scheme of Providence: 
My word sha'nt be alloyed; 



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Others heard him say it, 
Not unto me void. 

As David downed Goliath, 
Whom Israel did decry, 

America, she was called on, 
To don the truth or die. 

The truth is old indeed it is, 
But still it's but a youth; 

We learn a lesson from this thing: 
Don't try to hem the truth. 

We often hear it sang around: 
"What did Dewey do?" 

It was the power of the living God, 
Neither he or you. 

We often sing of heroes much, 
And of Sampson's bone. 

But just a word from our God, 
Will bring back truth his own. 

Ivong suffering God, indeed he is, 

And we always in sin. 
But when his wrath is kindled, 

He'll pray up in the end. 



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WHO WII.Iv BE THE QUEEN? 

Where e'er you are, 

I do not know; 
Still I am true, 

Where e'er you go. 

I've often stood 

While walking the sod, 
And saw salvation 

Of the living God. 

My heart with joy 

Has oft been filled, 
While watching 

The walls of Jerusalem build. 

Just go if you wish. 

And leave your own; 
'Tis yours, not mine. 

The broken bone. 

A bruised reed, 

He will not break. 
Though all I've got 

Be now at stake. 

Truth's banner 

I'll always wave, 
I'll put it down, 

When in the grave. 



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There is more honor 

In doing God's will, 
Than many heroes, 
Graves to fill. 

Ambition, yes, 
I claim it's mine, 

As much as any 
Of mortal kind. 

The best of men 
Are oft o'erlooked, 

And the shoddiest things 
Are often took. 

The best of cooks 
Are made to cry, 

When too many fingers 
Are in the pie. 

The enemy will flee 
lyike a herd of cattle, 

When the Queen appears 
On the field of battle. 

At vacancy 

We often stare. 

While wondering who 
Our enemies are. 

You not a fairy, 
Nor I an elf. 



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Our greatest enemy: 
Self to self. 

I am trying to do right 

All the while, 
Yet oft begrudged 

A single smile. 

To offend others 

Causes me a frown, 
But Ignorance is bliss. 

When Wisdom is down. 

Does every effort 

I try to make 
Put out the fire 

Or spoil the cake ? 

I do hope, e'er we die. 

There will be more time 
For us to try. 



SWEET BIRD OF THE SPIRIT. 

Sweet bird of the spirit. 

Spry as a youth; 
Transcendently wonderful, 

Grace of the truth. 

Oft I have watched it, 
While on its way. 



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Going through darkness, 
And brightest of day. 

What is that by it, 
So cute and so sweet ! 

It must be the Savior, 
A lamp for his feet. 

Now going through darkness, 
With gulfs on each side; 

The road, it is narrow; 
But the world, it is wide. 

Now trusting to self, 
He sends of the light, 

Trusting he'll make it 
From there on all right. 

Now wretchedly lonely. 
The darkness is felt, 

The rocks from around 
And above him do pelt. 

Cries, where are you, Savior? 

I thought I was good, 
I would not have been here, 

Had I kept you as I should. 

He drops on his knees. 
And humbly gives up. 

Perfectly willing 

To drink down the cup. 



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The Savior is peeping, 

Been watching all day, 
Perfectly willing 

To lead him the way. 

He takes up His harp 

And thumbs on the string, 
And the sweetest of music 

From it's recesses brings. 

It's echoes are ringing, 

From near and from far, 
He looks up to heaven — 

His beckoning star. 

His courage is strengthened, 

He takes on new life, 
With his eye on the promise, 

Forgetting the strife. 

Where is that music. 

So sweet to my ear, 
Though somewhat in darkness, 

I am able to hear ? 

The white banners waving, 

Dazzling the sun; 
The angels are singing, 

The victory is won. 

The Master is whispering: 
Tell him it's time, 



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To get all he wishes 
On earth for a dime. 

Is it presumption 
To take it as such, 

As sent from the Master, 
Who loveth so much ? 



APPROVAL. 

It did give me pleasure weighty, 
When I read the Poem bun, 

That was written by Mrs. Hobson, 
And published in the Sun. 

Yes, my brothers, we should stand. 
As though we were only one; 

Life is real, life is earnest, 
We don't battle as for fun. 

We should cease to judge each other. 
By material things in view; 

For we know not other's mission, 
Or what they are called to do. 

Oft, when trying to dodge the evil. 

We often dodge the good, 
And cannot do right at that time, 

What others think we should. 



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I.OOK UP. 
When we are despondent growing, 

We should think what the Savior said: 
"Think not of things of the morrow, 

I will give you daily bread. ' ' 

I am the one whom you should look to, 

I am the one in whom to trust, 
For my word shall stand the ages. 

When all else is in the dust. 

I was, when there was nothing, 

I am, when here is much, 
I am able to deliver. 

When you are falling in evil's clutch. 

When it seems there is no way for you, 

And compelled to drink the cup, 
Fight the battle bravely onward, 

Ne'er look backward; forward, up ! 
There is nothing sweeter than your conscience, 

When your duty you have done; 
You shall reap the golden harvest, 

Though you toil through rain and sun. 



MY GUIDK. 
Guide me. Savior, guide me, 

And where'er Thou wilPst I'll go; 
For Christians do not tarry, 
In things beneath the loe. 



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Guide me, Savior, guide me, 
And where'er my lot be cast, 

I'll suffer all for Jesus, 

And reign with him at last. 

While climbing the mountain, ^ 

Or riding on the lea, 
That voice still whispers, 

I am leading thee. 

Oh! were it to lead me 

To defeat. 
That chastening hand 

Would still be sweet ! 



A DROP OF HONKY. 
Religion never drinks a drop, 
From pleasure's sweetened cup: 
But to fill it to the brim. 
It drops the honey from on high 
I^ike pearls from some diadem. 



GOI.DKN CHARIOT. 

Oh! for religion — 

Religion without fear, 

That will remain with us, 
All through the year. 



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The religion, the religion, 

Sweet Jesus doth give, 
Is with us while dying, 

'Tis with us to live. 

Religion, religion ! 

Religion is love — 
The bright, golden chariot. 

To carry us above. 

And with His sweet grace, 

We will bring it to bear, 
And oh, what realities. 

We'll see while there ! 

The darkest hour 

Is just before day; 
Then the dear angels 

To us v/ill say : 

You've been in the warfare, 

Your honor to win, 
You may see your dear Savior — 

Come in, come in ! 



COI.D WAVE. 
Dear God, with whom I would love to dwell. 
Shall trouble overcome this heart of mine 
And send my soul to hell ? 
Of wife and children bereft. 
At this dark, lonesome home I'm left. 



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I am gloomy now as gloom can be; 
For trouble is a gloomy sea. 
I'll stand the storm and with Thy grace — 
When all is done, I'll see Thy face. 

'Tis reconciling, Lord, to know 

That trouble makes the Christian grow; 

'Tis reconciling, Lord, to see 

There is nothing bad but worse could be. 

These words are better than those above; 

The Savior chasteneth those he loves. 

Though it seems that I'm doomed to a darker fate, 

The clouds have been hanging oh, so late ! 

Dark is my doom, and darker still — 

I, mortality of ill. 

The clouds are thick'ning, the winds reband. 

In deep suspense as now I stand. 

What will the doom of this mortal be ? 
It seems to reach from sea to sea. 
There is no light upon my soul. 
It seems to reach from pole to pole. 
But with Thy grace I will calmly wait 
Till crisis be sent from Heaven's gate. 

And if I'm doomed to a better day, 
I'll praise the Lord who led the way; 
And if my doom the reverse shall be, 
I'll still be wedded, Lord, to Thee. 



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ARTIFICIAI. ROSE. 

A rose without perfume, 
A bird without a mate; 
A Batchelor forlorn — 
A man that's waited late. 
This to make the other rhyme, 
A matter of God's own precious time. 

For a crumb of bread 

He multiplied: 
Among five thousand 

Did divide. 



FAITH. 



I dare not trust the sweetest frame. 
But lean upon my Savior's name, 
His blood is all this v/orld to me, 
It cleanseth my soul and sets me free. 

So when I know I've done my best, 
He is more than apt to do the rest. 
And when the effort, it is made, 
His wrathful hand as oft is staid. 

I've known my lyord for many years, 
I'll give to the winds my doubts and fears. 
And quit being to myself so rude. 
To intrude upon His indulgence. 



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And go like a man to the field of battle, 
The enemy will flee like a herd of cattle, 
I'll pick up what I know is mine, 
Regardless of the wrath of mortal kind. 

The vibrating opinions oft of men, 
May be right, and might a sin; 
With poetic pencil now in hand, 
I'll try to tell you where I stand. 

I<ife is real — Bot for fun, 

There was self-preservation when the world begun ; 

Many have missed it against their will, 

So oft its best we should stand still. 

To go headlong in things of its kind, 
Will overbalance the shrewdest mind; 
So life is real — not for fun. 
We should always keep an eye on the gun. 

Men have been allured by the brightest of smiles, 
Into the meshes of the darkest of wilds; 
We learn it by experience of other times, 
As a collection of knowledge makest rh5^mes. 

'Twas a silent battle, not a gun was fired. 
Though we fought as by the government hired. 
It was by the government of one's self, 
As self-preservation is the law of health. 

God, our captain and our guide, 

From the poisoned arrows by him to hide; 



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It was God's battle, he designed it so, 
His soldiers will charge when he says go. 

Oft says, * 'Caution, be on your guard ! 
Don't speak a word, be it ever so hard. 
Not the least advancement, not even a move, 
The enemy is lurking in ever}^ grove. ' ' 

"Mind me," He whispers, "while on the sod. 
And stand and see the salvation of God. ' ' 
I'll stand under the shade of this wonderful Tree, 
He fights my battles and wins them for me. 



WHEN THINGS ARE THE SWEETEST. 

The sweetest song that was ever sung. 
Was when mortal's heart was wrung; 
The sweetest cup that was ever drank, 
Was while laying thirsting on the bank; 
The sweetest comfort that was ever had. 
When a broken heart, sad, so sad — 
Fate will come early or l^te, 
But how it makes us appreciate. 

Its but to separate the gold from dross, 
And make us cling to the cross, the cross. 
There is no place better for us to hide, 
Than behind the cross by His bleeding side. 



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In his good pleasure he trims the vine, 
That it bear more fruit of its kind; 
So when together it will pay, 
For He is coming some sweet day. 

So take things just like they come, 
Though there be in it no music's hum, 
He takes notice of the sparrow's fall, 
And will squeeze honey out of gall. 
We should listen while the angels sing, 
There is pleasure and happiness in everything. 
So when our enemies treat us wrong. 
They find we've made of it a song. 

And they their theft and murder will rue, 
And turn around and love Him too. 
Now isn't it better to treat them so. 
Than to evil with them to go ? 
So in the tw^o-edged sword we'll trust, 
And trample the enemy in the dust, 
As 'twas said of them of old. 
Upon their heads the burning coal. 



CHASK. 
1. 

The date of this letter is ninety-eight, 
I'll send it to my bonnie Fate. 



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Fate says, "impossible to be," 

But in latter days we all will see, 

For God's children, though called a fool. 

All things against he'll overrule. 

2. 

And around us he will good things bring, 
Why, we are sons of the King of kings. 
The King says not unequally yoked. 
The thought of this does make me choke. 
Go to church your soul to enhance. 
And don't go trotting off to a dance. 

3. 

But you are young to make it rhyme. 
Perhaps its just to pass off time. 
You could be an angle most complete, 
But without all this you are mighty sweet; 
The bitterness of soul no tongue can tell 
Were I yoked to an infidel. 

4. 
'Twould cause me to be a big untruth, 
To break my sacred oath of youth. 
For in early days I've often said, 
I'd never to a sinner wed; 
But listen to me what I say, 
I am a sinner both night and day. 



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5. 

I am the kind that evil chase, 
A sinner still, but saved by grace, 
And always will continue to be 
'Till God does take this life from me. 
I think of the plan of God more 'n twice, 
I believe on the I<ord Jesus Christ. 

6. 

Others may profess holiness at will, 
But God knows they are sinners still. 
Let's leave off judging one another, 
For fear ourselves will get a smother; 
As God himself is the one to sa}^. 
He teaches us to always pray. 

7. 
I saw you at mid-summer fair. 
And some of the rest my girls were there; 
I could not speak if I was dying. 
When some of the other girls were crying; 
I was deep in thought, God knows why — 
While I was thinking all passed by. 

8. 

I was certainly at a lonely school, 
No one present but I, a fool; 
'Twas bitter then, not very sunny, 



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But now it is a little funny; 

I was sorry, indeed, to miss my dear, 

And went home very much out of gear. 

9. 

But what kept me in such a fuzz, 
I didn't know where my best girl was. 
But kept scratching my head and thinking 
And my bug eyes kept such a blinking, 
I didn't know where on earth to go, 
Till I found myself in Cooper's show. 

10. 

And seeing the awful paw, 

I thought of my promise to Omaha, 
Watch from pocket to make it rhyme, 
I was just two hours behind the time; 
Sadness around my heart did weave, 
As no other chance till to-morrow eve. 

11. 

My eagerness no tongue can tell, 
To reach the train on the N. C. I/. 
"Too late," rang louder than the horns of - 
When I reached the N. C. ly. 

He said to me, you've the to pay, 

For saying you were going on yesterday. 



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12. 

And for delinqueiice told me to go 
And take the train on the M. & O. 

One more night in to spend, 

I got rowdyer than any men — 

I took on a double portion of booze, 

And went to the ball by threes and twos. 

13. 
I used a great deal of popular slang. 
While with the crowd of ourangoutang. 
To save a few pennies and cents, 
Instead of the gate, got over the fence, 
And to be paid for folly dire, 
I got hung up on the wire. 

14. 
While I was particular with my pants, 
The boys went flying to the dance. 
But if I am a little lame, 
I got to the party all the same; 
Any could tell it without any words, 
We were a gang of beautiful birds. 

15. 

Everything was in a prance — 

You ought to have seen those monkeys dance; 

But the funniest thing of it all. 



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Was to see the beauties after the ball — 
Some were as still as a cypress log, 
And to look around would tickle a hog. 

16. 

I sat up with the boys till very late, 
And met the train at the hour of eight; 
On my way by the train I was borne, 
No one knowing where I was gone; 
I can't describe all things I saw, 
While on my way to Omaha. 

17. 
One thing in my heart not few, 
I expected to see my bonnie true. 
Things of exhibit too numerous to mention, 
But nothing of Bonnie, my heart's detention. 
Seven days in Omaha I staid — 
To see my Bonnie, how I prayed. 

18. 

But her sweet face, to me so fair, 

Was somewhere else, but not up there. 

Sadness around my heart did burn 

All the way on my return ; 

We'll learn by experience, ere we die, 

The water isn't missed till the well is dry. 



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19. 
On my return on train or boat, 
Nothing to me of any note. 
I returned home to dodge the storm — 
Took my departure to the farm. 
One more trip to myself I gave — 
I wanted to see the Mammoth Cave. 

20. 
And, as my girl was up there at school, 
I tried again, like another fool. 
I inquired of her by the wrong one. 
Therefore the trouble again begun ; 
Knvy and jealousy, the bane of world — 
Enough to part us, little girl. 

21. 
You think I am stubborn, but its not so — 
To the end of the world for you I 'd go. 
Your thoughts of me are just the same ; 
Deep in your heart you revere my name. 
To pass off time, and on duty bent, 
To the Mammoth Cave next day we went. 

22, 

The Cave wasn't all I expected to see — 
My Bonnie, my lassie expected would be ; 
But disappointment, if allowed, 



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Upon us all will pin the shroud ; 

But God's children are not of that stuff, 

Though bother and trouble they have enough. 

23. 

And those who follow, through sun and mesh, 

Will often suffer in the flesh, 

But to know God's will complete, 

The bitterest cup, by grace, is sweet — 

So the candle of life kept burning 

All the way, while we returning. 

24. 

We stopped off in the town you were in, 
And to see one another, we both begin. 
I went Sunday to the usual place, 
Thinking I 'd meet up with your grace. 
But finding out later where you attended. 
My way, that night, to the place, I wended. 

25. 
It was a complete lover's chase, 
Seeing you had gone to the other place. 
We went Monday, where you used to stay — 
She said: ''We expected you on yesterday !" 
She said, when I went to take my leave, 
" Can't you come again to-morrow eve?" 



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26. 
Says I to her: " My time is short, 
And business is pressing of another sort, 
I'll I have to go ; so help me heaven, 
To-morrow morn at the hour of seven, 
To be in time at the lion's den, 
Worse than that among thirsty men. 

27. 
So we returned home the very next day ; 
There was nothing of importance on the way. 
When I got home my mind was clear 
To straighten my business, to me so dear. 
My friends thought 'twas doing me right. 
To hold me in the darkest night. 

28. 

So I, like the martyrs of old in stocks, 
They kept my business on padlocks ; 
So I, like David when from Jerusalem, fled 
To the Hardeman farm to rest my head ; 
Yet I had a plenty of sense — 
Didn't want to give or take offense. 

29. 
But had I known that heaven in view, 
I would have searched the cars through and through. 
But so eager for solitude, 



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I didn't intend to be so rude — 

I wasn't expecting anything sweet, 

I thought I was in the proffered seat. 

30. 

I missed it all to the very letter, 

For a solid week I knew no better ; 

Yet, thought there was something strange, 

Things seemed a little mis-arranged. 

I heard it in the sermon Sunday, 

And read it in the papers Monday. 

31. 
'Twas plainer to me than if 'twas said, 
Another opportune had fled. 
I was sorry that I had offended. 
So to my home straight way I wended. 
She might have been on the selfsame train, 
And the opportunity missed again. 

32. 
Man may be, to make it rhyme, 
But God is not limited in His time ; 
To business I am compelled to attend, 
And to Whiteville oft my way I'll wend. 
It is God's will for us I 'ver. 
Its heaven on earth to speak to her. 



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33. 
This is as good as was ever sent — 
Too mucli in haste, life time repent. 
A life of repentance, and to always pray, 
Perhaps I'll see her another day. 
Some people are given to superstition, 
But they know nothing of the Holy Mission. 

34. 
How can I know everything, 
When not expecting the sweet thing 
To attend to business, and make it pay ? 
I'll go to Whiteville on Saturday ; 
Sugar won't let me write in prose. 
Don't quarrel at me, Sugar, here it goes ! 



IvOCAL, 



As I, your humble servant. 

Haven't much else to do, 
I'll Write up as a local, 

The city, through, and through. 

We have some boys in our town. 
More than you can stack ; 

They hold the west end part of town, 
While I go drive a tack. 



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I often wish to sell out 

My interest in the boys, 
But then, to think without them, 

What would I do for toys ? 

It's true, you'll seldom find them, 

In bottom or on the ridge, 
But in the brightest moonshine 

You'll find them on the bridge. 

We are as prompt as any boys. 

And to our jobs will stick — 
There is one job we are sure of, 

And that is pressing brick. 

I often wish for Barnum, 

That he might come along, 
I'd sell the choicest of the boys 

To sing a comic song. 

But then, to think about it. 

That they would not perform, 
The job I'd get to go with them 

Would beat things on the farm. 

But, while living in this world. 

With such things we'll have to cope. 

What would we do can any tell, 
Had we less than hope ? 

Our town is building rapidly. 
Which all of us do know, 



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For just to look around us, 
And hear the hammers go. 

Your humble servant's been to towns 
Where the water comes by jerks, 

Enough it is to convince us 
We have the best of works. 

And where it doesn't come by jerks, 
Be it e'er so smooth and sturdy, 

We often find the taste is bad, 
And almost always muddy. 

So our water is the best, 

In any good old town. 
Its pumped by steam of the best of wells, 

Deep, deep within the ground. 

And then to turn attention, 

To our City Schools, 
And notice its strict curriculum, 

All positive under rule. 

And factories, they are many. 

To give the people work, 
And just to think of our boys. 

Do they their duty shirk ? 

It gives our hearts much pleasure, 

There are more industries coming, 
We soon will hear it all around, 
. l^he cotton mill a-humming. 



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It certainly is a pretty sight 

To to see our street cars running, 
It beats the donkeys out of sight — 

It's business, we are not funning. 

If this escapes the critics' 

Expected bitter grin, 
Perhaps I'll write another, 

Your paper to put in. 



PRESENTATION. 

My best girl and her Christian graces, 

Is superior to others as this to dressing cases ; 

To her sweetness none is peer. 

Except this present for Christmas, Dear ! 



WISH. 



Lightness of heart would reinstate, 
Could I see K. P. this eve at eight. 



PRESENT. 

If ever or nevermore 
Than friendship be, 

Please accept this basket 
Of fruit from me. 



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TOKEN. 

Only a geranium flower, 

Plucked from its parent stem, 
And the hand by which it was gathered, 

As a pearl, from some diadem. 

With tender friendship she placed it 

Where it was wanted to be. 
And in the Book of all books I've pressed it, 

In friendly remembrance of thee. 



STIIvIv IN THE RING. 

If I'd see another like myself, 

Though I be rougher than an elf, 

Had I never been to school, 

I'd take him to be a still-born fool ; 

But, not knowing his situation, 

I couldn't predict his destination, 

So there is one song that I don't love to sing : 

Slightly disfigured, but still in the ring. 

Oft a man thinks he has the best girl 

That ever was in the round old world. 

But, when she gives him the grand old bounce. 

And his heart for her no more will flounce. 

And seeing she will not go the route, 

He stands on the corner with his mouth poked out. 



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So there is one song that I don't love to sing : 
Slightly disfigured, but still in the ring. 

Like the old woman, who borrowed of her neighbor 

Pots and pans to do her labor, 

Until a pot for herself had got, 

Swore to loan it she would not. 

The pot got broke ere she got home — 

How that old lady did sweat and foam. 

So there is one song that I don't love to sing : 

Slightly disfigured, but still in the ring. 

So don't take others as they look — 
Perhaps they've been through many a crook. 
As the boy who slipped on banana peel — 
Perhaps he's fallen and broke his heel ; 
The best are not always in clover, 
But often feel like the calf-run-over. 
So there is one song that I don't love to sing : 
Slightly disfigured, but still in the ring. 

Oft a man has all he's got on a bet — 

He's likely to lose it, perhaps win it, yet ; 

We see him now in wavering suspense. 

Others have stood there, having more sense. 

Keep your money in pocket, and don't be a tool — 

It's cheaper to learn by a poetical fool. 

So there is one song that I don't love to sing : 

Slightly disfigured, but still in the ring. 



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BUNCH OF I,OCAI.S. 

Ladies and gentlemen, in honest .social circles, 

I'll read to you the current locals. 

Now, in poetic myth, 

I'll read to you of Merchant Grith. 

Instead of whittling on a peg, 

He tries his knife upon his leg. 

You ask me why it did occur ? 

He was trying to trim a rooster's spur. 

Some say cotton has been dying, 

And I saw a corn-stalk the other day crjang. 

Samuel Johnson was laying it by, 

And he piled the dirt around it so high 

(This is actually true) 

It held up its little arms 

And went Boo hoo, hoo, 

I ain't going to get no more work, too. 

Mr. Doogins sowed some wheat, 
In order that he'd have some to eat. 
The stalks so few and the heads so small 
It made the old lady bawl and squall. 
When she finds a business man. 
She will always worry him if she can : 
As the birds do sing, and the cats do pur, 
My stars ! do listen at her. 

Wat Finnic thinks it's solid fun 
To Marry Miss Nannie Eurekaton, 



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But around her tie had better be shy, 
For there is another standing hy \ 
And he loves all things good to eat, 
Especially a girl, like her, so sweet. 
And the girls don't think that he is rude, 
Because he's such an awful dude. 

As cotton we all know doesn't pay, 
Jim Doogins has found another way. 
In summer he'll lie upon his pallet, 
And sell to the merchants his polk-salad ; 
Or another way, perhaps, it will be — 
Perhaps he will turn out more black-jack tea. 
I don't know hardly how he'll make it. 
For if he ploughs it he will have to snake it. 
Then Mary would sing a doleful hymn. 
If a snake should happen to bite her Jim. 

As I was coming home from fishing 

For a drink of water I was itching ; 

I met the negro of the place 

And asked him for a little taste. 

Says I : "My horse from Nick I bought her. 

If that isn't milk instead of water." 

Says he: "Your horse from Nick you certainly 

bought her, 
For this is pure, sweet, white water." 

From off my horse I slid 
To see if he w^as a lying kid ; 



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I put the bucket to my lip — 

What else but the bale to slip ? 

The little negro didn't grumble, 

But the water to the ground did tumble, 

And in his thoughts he gave a sigh — 

''I'll have to go back — I believe I'll cry." 

I read these locals to Henry Finnic — 
He knew full well he wasn't many. 
Says he to me : "Don't paint this calf. 
And I'll be there to help them laugh." 
Says I : "The paint is in the cup, 
And in fine colors I'll set you up." 
He turned away in deep chagrin, 
But to have seen him is not a sin. 

He wished his name was Hiram Hodge, 

That he might give us all the dodge ; 

And rather than at night to roam 

He leaves his scrubby self at home. 

There is something sweeter than crab-apples and 

lemons. 
But we all know he loves Ida Timmons. 
Love is easy — just a snatch — 
We are trying to make of them a match. 

Myself, Lyvalle and Johnson's Frank 

Went fishing at the beaver tank. 

I was sitting on a stump. 

Heard something around me go colump ; 



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From my posish I looked around 
In the direction of the sound — 
Frank could but look at me and grin. 
Says he : "Sir, I am in." 

My nerves were shocked, my mind was bare. 

Says I : "I see you are." 

From my posish I didn't get down, 

Knowing it wasn't deep to drown ; 

And knowing that he knew the route, 

His next job was to wade out. 

This is why he went ker-splash : 

He was after fish to make some hash, 

And seeing one that would not bite. 
He tried his hook with all his might ; 
His bottle of bait he at him threw, 
And, rearing back, leaped on him too. 
Frankie is a fisherman right — 
I think he beats old Dynamite ; 
And to see him when from it he came out, 
The water from his shoes did spout. 

lyyvalle's joy was to carry the perch and cats, 

And fight those big, long 'skeeter gnats ; 

'Twould raise you out of all the bogs 

To see him "coon" those cypress logs. 

He made some most gigantic leaps, 

And some most beautiful monkey creeps ; 



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You could hear his hand on his cheek go spat, 
Then you would know he had killed a gnat. 

In the eve I went out after a coon, 

And didn't return so very soon ; 

So they very lonely got, 

And grumbled o'er their wretched lot. 

To me it was a bonnie boon 

To see their instruments in tune ; 

Frank had a banjo of finest ring, 

And I^yvalle the chorus always sing. 

If the subject of debate does lock, 
Call on the Honorable Sam Hobock ; 
And if the subject you have to burry. 
Call on Hiram Johnson's Jerry ; 
For he to digging is certainly called. 
And, for burying subjects, will beat you all ; 
Then the bouquets will come with a whiz. 
Then you will know you are doing biz. 



APOIvOGKTiC I.OCAI.S. 
lyadies and gentlemen: — 
As I made such a blunder before, 
I'll try the locals a little more, 
And as I grossly offended two. 
Whom I think an apology is due 



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In reference to the corn. 
It has come out as sure as you are born ; 
It will now make you blow and hustle, 
To reach, down to the lowest tassel. 

The ears or other ears will be bosses, 

And there will be a plenty to starve 13 horses ; 

And as the old lady did sweat and foam. 

To hear me send those locals home ; 

And as she did grumble at me, 

I think she 's due an apology. 

As the children do, when they fall, 

She didn't exactly bawl and squall. 

But when the old man wont go the route. 
She turns around and blesses him out. 
There is nothing more precious in one's life 
Than to have to himself a business wife. 
To tell you where that you should go. 
And often stand you on tip-toe ; 
And if yourself is not a bank, 
To turn you about and then to spank. 

We went to Mr. Snider' s cream — 
To me it was a pretty dream. 
The girls so sweet and the cream so nice ; 
'T would tempt a scrub to take a slice. 
When we first stepped in we gave our hand 
To the liberal hostess and her pretty daughter, 
Fan ; 



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Then bowing to the host so nice and sweet, 
Walked up near the organ and took a seat. 

The organ keys were certainly made to plead. 
By the beautiful and accomplished Bmily Reid. 
There were other girls as sweet and pretty, 
Kept looking at us very nice and steady — 
They would look at one another and wink — 
"He looked at me, I really think !" 
They would often take a sheep 's-eye pull — 
I think they had a pocket full. 

Will Douglas, not being used to satin and silk, 

Thought it was frozen butter milk 

Till around it his spoon did whip ; 

Then you ought to have heard him smack his lip. 

It on his countenance bore, 

The first square meal for ninety-four. 

Will Douglas is a "bosser ! " 

He eat up the cream and licked the saucer ! 

The widow and widower, at the cream, 
Would certainly make a pretty team. 
You could hear the rUvStling of the silk, 
As they walked out for frozen milk. 
Her lover's picture I will paint. 
Says he: "Will 's got her dog, if he aint!" 
He began to puff and pout, 
Fearing she would not go the route. 



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He looked at her, as if to say: 

"Don't let him cut me out !" 

For any would love a girl as such, 

And it seemed that he did love her much — 

And after supper he got his chance ; 

That he might her love for him enhance. 

He was dressed very nice; but he chewed the quid; 

He was Mr. Douglas, Sid. 

There was a girl I was prone to paint — 
I had her set up in figures quaint ; 
But when I saw her, it was a dream. 
She was the prettiest lady at the cream ! 
And as the love around my heart did stick, 
I relapsed most awful quick ; 
But as my heart kept in such a tittle, 
I didn't talk to her but little. 

Do you know the energetic feather man ? 

He is dead in love with Johnson's pretty little Fan 

And he knows the letter "Y !" 

And he knocks them feathers high ! 

And he knows the letter ''O;" 

But a bed-tick he '11 not sew ! 

But he bastes it up and lets it roll ; 

But lie never forgets to take his toll. 

And he knows right where you live, 
And he '11 ask you a bed for to give. 
And if you don't throw it in his lap, 



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You will hear his lips go flip, flop, flap ! 
Oh ! wouldn't it be nice for our Fan 
To be married to a feather man ? 
She 'd have a hat of finest leghorn, 
And get to ride in that big wagon. 

My hogs are such awful dudes, 
And for climbing fences are so rude. 
As the fashionable ladies wear leghorn hats, 
I 've presented them with cedar cravats. 
They thought that they were all up-stairs ; 
You ought to have seen them put on airs ! 
They would look at one another and smile, 
Cutting a circle all the while. 

And after a while they went off quietly. 
And entered in first-class society. 
And the pigs went off, to-rip, to-ooch ! 
To learn their language, boh ! bah ! buch ! 



My neighbor says, "Willie I '11 stay at home you 

see. 
If you don't quit painting me." 
Says I, "I know you are a lady nice and quaint, 
But the very one for me to paint." 
Says she, "I 'm afraid you '11 lose your mind, 
By getting up such mythic rhyme. ' ' 
Says I, "If I should happen to lose my mind, 
' Twould be a bonanza for you to find, 



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If yoti it in your head would lay, , 
And throw your knowledge boy away. ' ' 



MODESTY. 



There isn't a gentleman under the sun, 
But what society is to him fun ; 
But when you try to drive him in, 
It turns to him an abominable sin. 

So just wait and give him time, 
And he '11 come in just in his prime ; 
For discretion he will follow — 
He thinks more of it than the dollar. 

So, Modesty, stay inside the fence ; 
Chivalry is natural to go hence ; 
Immodesty is to the heart a thud 
And nips Chivalry in the bud. 

Price in dollars cannot procure ; 
Chivalry is honesty. Modesty sure. 
And when you see him most gallant. 
He is going to the one most distant. 

I<earn by a disgusted man of pen- — 
In Modesty's place do, pray, stay in. 
If you are too anxious to win the man, 
He would not allow it, if you can. 

You've exposed yourself to the cruel world, 
And throw your mind in an awful whirl ; 



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And Cupid, whose honey dart would thrust, 
Falls limp at his side and dies in dust. 

And you, with others, will rue the day. 
Who wouldn't in the bounds of Modesty stay. 
As the poet has it, "In tongue or pen, 
The saddest are these: It might have been." 

Honesty in society is just the same 
As in any business of any name ; 
So for heaven's sake, be honest, please, 
Ivike a clean pup, less of fleas. 



MAMMOTH CAVE. 

When we approached the Mammoth Cave, 
The cold air escaping a pig would shave, 
And when we entered we held our hats. 
For fear that they'd be soiled by bats. 
The first thing noticed, was things of old— 
Where they made powder for soldiers bold. 

POSTOFFICK. 

This is the place where we felt better, 

In anticipation of a lovely letter. 

But I don't think they treated me fair — 

Seeing my sweetheart hadn't been there; 

But another hope I had in view, 

Of meeting her as we came through. 



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BRIDAIv HAI.I.. 

This is the place I v/as prone to tarry, 

As I, like all fools wanted to marry. 

There were others who were in the self-same shape 

Who wished for a matrimonial scrape ; 

But as I had no one to take my hand, 

I had to leave that happy land. 

ECHO RIVKR. 
By coming to the Cave we are not all sainted, 
And don't want to go where we are not acquainted 
But if you will bear with a timid goose 
We will accompany if you '11 introduce. 
To the place we were going I am expected to tell ; 
'Twas to the regions of the inevitable hell. 

To cross the river would make one wise. 
To see white fish with minus eyes ; 
And to hear the echoes of the good guide's voice, 
Would cause the ladies to make their choice. 
And the meanderings of the beautiful river. 
With indescribable ecstacies would make one 
shiver. 

But when we reached the other shore, 
We didn't anticipate any more ; 
For there it v>^as — the dreaded thing 
About which all preachers sing. 
You looked at me and I at you. 
And we both felt mean, as sinners do, 



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Until assured by tHe guide 

From us all fears to hide — 

That the devil had taken a week's vacation, 

To punish the sinners of another nation ; 

Then we looked back on Adam's race 

And the empty hell, and enjoyed the place. 

A pile of rock to every nation, 

And the good and bad of God's creation — 

Just one rock fervently I '11 fling 

To the honor of Dewey, of whom all sing. 

This is to lyincoln — Wilkes Booth's vie — 
May the devil around poor Boothy stick ; 
For he killed Lincoln in an evil way. 
And has paid the debt as sinners pay. 

As we approached the sausage hall. 
And seeing the Bolognas on the wall. 
Though the hour was only ten 
We got hungrier than any men ; 
But as we had with us no bread, 
We had to go out of there unfed. 

CRUCIFIXION. 

Deep, deep within the ground. 
The Lord of creation is all around ; 
Even nature, in its formations trace 
The resemblance of another's case. 



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LORD OF ALL. 

Just nine years ago — 

Pencil it I must — 

That was all love to me, 

Is mouldering in the dust. 

But sad and sweet memories 

Are flickering through my mind, 

As I retrospect the past. 

And seeing what God 's designed. 

There are many blasted hopes. 
And as many just renewed. 
There would be less and less regrets, 
Did we not on self intrude. 
Had we used the judgment given, 
By the one in whom we trust. 
But we swapped it off for others 
Covered up in bitter dust. 

We should keep our own counsel. 
Telling none the seed we are sowing — 
Telling none the direction 
Or the place that we are going ; 
Then there wouldn't be any tares 
'Mid the grain that we shall reap, 
Then we'd reach the topmost summit 
Of the famous mountain steep. 

But we seldom miss the water 
'Till the well is dry as a flint, 



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And the bucket, it is shackled, 
And the rope to age is lent. 
But, as we can't eat all honey, 
Or swallow all the gall, 
. 'Tis a lesson that He teaches, 
We shall ''Crown Him I,ord of all." 

And the road that he is blazing 

Out for us to travel through, 

We with patience should go onw^ard. 

Knowing He has been here too — 

And its sure to teach others, 

As He 's designed that it should do. 

Seeing that He and they have made it, 

We, I know, can do so to. 

So we'll drop this all behind us, 
And keep following up the line, 
Never looking back, but upward 
To the faces for us shine. 
They are those who've gone before us, 
To that bright and happy clime. 
And they've left along behind them, 
Foot-prints on the sands of time. 



A THOUGHT. 
Had I the wings of a dove, 

When life is really at is best, 
I'd be more than willing 

To fly aw^ay and be at rest. 



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SING. 

Sing, 
And Evil will duck his head and run ; 

Sing, 
And you will conquer 'thout a gun ; 

Sing, 
When in despondency, deep and grim ; 

Sing, 
And you will soon be in the swim. 

Sing, 
And the nets that 's woven for you — 

Sing, 
They will snap, and you'll get through ; 

Sino" 
And the one by whom they are wrought — 

Sing, 
'Tis decreed that he'll be caught. 

Sing, 
When cursed by Evil, your mighty foe. 

Sing, 
And the echo back to him will go ; . 

Sing, 
And Evil v^^ill listen in deep chagrin — 

Sing, 
And he'll be convicted of his sin. 

Sing, 
The Enemy is lurking in every grove. 



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Sing, 
And the angelic host will thus improve, 

Sing, 
And they the victory to you will bring ; 

Sing 
If you can't do nothing else but sing. 

Sing, 
When you are trampled under foot by wrong. 

Sing, 
There is naught can raise you like a song ; 

Sing, 
When the assassin makes his bloody start. 

Sing 
And the dagger will pierce his bloody heart. 

Sing, 
And the sun behind a cloud won't stay, 

Sing, 
It's often better than to pray ; 

Sing, 
So when old Evil comes around — 

Sing, 
And sing, and sing him down. 

Sing, 
lyike Daniel in the lion's den, 

Sing, 
The lions could do naught else but grin ; 

Sing 



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As you to the battle go, 

Sing 
And you will conquer every foe. 

Sing, 
lyike when they marched around Jericho, 

Sing, 
And the city to the ground did go ; 

Sing, 
If any has the impudence to do you wrong, 

Sing- 
Send it off on the wings of song. 

Sing. 



BACK FROM THE IvONG AGO. 

Back to the long ago 

Memory will roam, 
Looking for the honey drops. 

Skipping o'er the comb. 

Now Memory is coming back 

To its good old home, 
Bringing nothing on its back 

But the soured comb. 

Whispering now into my ear : 
' ' There is no honey there ! 

It must be further on, 
If not all up there." 



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Back to the long ago, 

I'll send my muse — 
All things that it might see, 

And all things peruse. 

Now, muse is coming back 

Where we begin, 
Bringing nothing on its back 

But old Adam's sin. 

Now it takes me by the hand — 

' ' Lend to me an ear : 
There isn't any at all back there, 

It must all be here !" 

Contemplation takes it up 
And whispers to me — "no, 

It is all further on, 
And after it must go. ' ' 

Contemplation 's not got back. 
It makes a pretty stay, 

Perhaps its found the honey drop, 
Or has it at bay. 

When we approached the spot 

Contem. was amazed. 
Looking at the honey drop 

All in glorious blaze. 

Back from the long ago, 
Memorj^, Muse and Con., 



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lyooking at what glitters so, 
Brighter than the sun. 

Not a word was spoken then, 

All in silence kept ; 
While gazing on its beauty there 

All for joy they wept. 

Patience, Charity, Faith and Hope, 

Pray now with us stay, 
Then we'll enjoy the honey drops 

All along the way. 

And when that day has come 

We'll receive the prize. 
Gathering up the honey drops 

Of the largest size. 

And wdthin the Golden Gate 

That's standing now ajar. 
We'll be standing in the midst 

Of glory seen afar. 

Glory, glory, to the King ! 

We will shout and sing, 
Glory, glory to the King, 

And our tribute bring. 



Yes, I see ! 
On the bank, 
Without turning society's crank. 



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Yes, I see ! 
On the road, 
Without peering like a toad. 

Yes, I see ! 
All behind — 
Enough to disgust mortal kind. 

Yes, I see ! 
On the right — 
It doesn't take the darkest night ! 

Yes, I see ! 

On the left, 

Many hearts by it bereft. 

Yes, I see ! 
On ahead, 
Many tears by it to shed. 

Yes, I vSee ! 
All along, 
Many people doing wrong. 

Yes, I see ! 
In the church 
They cloak themselves to do it much. 

Yes, I see ! 
With both eyes shut, 
In high places smutty smut. ^ 



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Yes, I see ! 
High, and low, 
And everywhere that I might go. 

Yes, I see ! 
I^ow and tall, 
Trying to make the good ones fall. 

Yes, I see ! 
The world is bad 
And makes the best sad, so sad — 
Yes, I see ! 



CRISIS. 

She saw when the close combat begun, 
And she thought I'd surrendered to the evil one ; 
And her heart was broken and her love did burn, 
And to another she quickly did turn. 

lyove for love, but misunderstood, 
I had to fight, as anyone would. 
To clear the obstruction from the way. 
Securing happiness for a future da}^ 

'Twas a noble victory — I regret it not, 
He stole the crown, but the truth I got ; 
The queen was slain when the giant fell, 
But Glory for Israel I love so well. 

To hold a grudge, provided you see 
The Queen of Israel who would be, 



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He betrayed iny trust in financial way, 
Using his leisure it back to pay. 

If the Queen is from my house, he says, 

'Twill cover up all of this debris, 

And murder and theft won't be exposed ; 

But who vnW be the Queen — who knows, who knows? 

I'll watch and see when he goes to the farm, 
And all I can I'll do him harm ; 
And when in the act to consummate 
I'll whisper him away to make it late. 

I know it's wrong to do him thus. 
But to cover up theft I must, I must ; 
And slander and my child's disgrace — 
I am in hell — I must make haste. 

I know next Saturday is the day 
They are to meet and forever stay ; 
I'll make it convenient to be on hand 
To keep them apart — I know I can. 

I have done it times more 'n ten. 
And compelled by evil to do again, 
As theft and murder always do 
Call for another to cover it too. 

I've done it as usual the same old way. 
And now down here no longer I'll stay ; 
I'll go home, as I have made my point. 
By knocking their happiness out of joint. 



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But he is staying so long, I am in suspense — 
I am afraid they will get there by providence ; 
But I will wait, may the devil help me. 
As I call on no other for help, you see. 

He's coming back, they couldn't agree, 
Now's your time — go him and see ; 
If he makes an effort, you can him kill, 
Or marry him, just as you will. 

Now, watch and see which place he goes. 
But be careful, for no one knows ; 
He went to her bower, the old refuge, 
Letting her know he's me refused. 

He came and talked with me to-day. 
But the real import I will not say ; 
For it was bitter 'gainst us, 'gainst us, 
But to keep them apart we must, we must. 

He shoved me a letter yesterday, 

And warned me of that wrathful day ; 

I will use it as though he was asking for you, 

And make her believe to her not true. 

She was in town the self -same day, 
Hoping that he might come that way ; 
The import of his stay could not understand, 
So she escaped to an unknown land. 

And, fearing she was left, she wouldn't stay, 
Pled and threw herself away ; 



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And many on earth have done the same, 
Wearing the crown of another's name. 

But, oh, how the rashness their hearts do burn. 
They are in torment wherever they turn, 
As all those who sow unto the flesh 
Reap corruption in the mesh. 

Now, seeing that he is so bereft. 
Surely we will not get left. 
Now, Sallie, out and rake him in. 
Dead or alive, good or sin. 

Her abominable effort again she makes, 
She scours the country and wakes the snakes ; 
But, oh, what a failure ever§^ one knows ; 
She's published herself much more exposed. 

And with chagrin more wretched than dead, 
She packs her trunk and away she's fled ; 
Tired of hunting to murder Moore, 
Flees to the breezes of seashore. 

But, before she departed to the sea. 
She set some poison out to me ; 
That it might check him on his way 
So she might kill him another day. 

And seeing, as she thought, the poison a charm, 

Another chance to do him harm, 

So immediately she came back, 

That she might try him another whack. 



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I saw him going out to the park, 
So now is the chance to make your lark ; 
So go right on and follow him up, 
Perhaps a chance to kill the pup. 

He hadn't been there more'n half an hour 
Till here she came, not sweet, but sour ; 
The pup dodged back behind the fence. 
For in early days he'd learned more sense. 

She tried to enjoy all things in sight. 
But all was to her the darkest night ; 
So she went home before the time. 
Feeling like not worth a dime. 

Those dollars he stole was awful heavy, 
But his evil intent couldn't replevy ; 
And before evil got her a grip 
He took her off on another trip. 

And we don't know how long they'll stay. 
Why, I saw her on the streets to-day ; 
Why, that to me is very funny — 
She is after name, blood or money. 

I wonder what move next she'll make — 
Kvery effort spoils the cake ; 
We shouldn't slander, no, not any. 
If they are few and we are many. 

Always be honest in the fight. 

Or else there will come the darkest night ; 



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Laugh today at the crucified One, 

And die tomorrow for what you've done. 

For the God of creation is sitting down, 
And the circle goes round and round ; 
How e'er you go — run, walk or creep, 
That which you sow you will also reap. 

By the dictates of a clear conscience 
And a wish to do the right, 
I wrote those verses to save others 
From the bitterness of the darkest night. 

'T wasn't presumption on my part 
That prompted me to do 
The feeling for myself I had 
And the same I had for you. 

Knvy, like the wind that blows 
With cruel hate. 
Though the victim be not dead. 
It tries to seal his fate. 



16 TO 1. 

Now I think that it is time, 
I'll write the government up in rhyme. 
Some think the government is all wrong- 
I 've heard it much like a wornout song. 

They say it makes cotton low in price — 
Corn, pork and wheat, as well as rice — 



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There isn't one in ten thousand knows 
About the government, Po. or Prose. 

They seem not to know it begins at home, 
But somewhere else, perhaps in Rome. 
If they would govern things of themselves, 
That much advancement layed on shelves. 

But in hot chase for the almighty dollar, 
They think the world to them is hollow. 
They wont raise naught but cotton in the chase, 
Which to the government a gross disgrace. 

They want to hear the dollar rattle. 
Instead of the bleat of hogs, sheep and cattle, 
Then peas, wheat, oats and corn, 
And other things to feed them on. 

They never to their duty goes, 
But in other's business keep their nose ; 
Then you often hear a lazy yell — 
''I wish government was in . " 

They '11 go to town every Saturday eve. 
And everything drop and leave 
The gate wide open and the gears in the field. 
"I'm going to town if I have to steal !" 

And when he gets back that old cow 
Has got in the field sure, somehow: 
And that old mule — he beats old scratch, 
He 's over in the orchard in the oat patch. 



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And them old goats ! just don't it beat ! 
They are determined to eat up all that wheat. 
Well, I will just be- John- Browned, 
It's just that way when I go to towm. 

Well, I'll be dog-gone ! Look at that sow ! 
And confound if there aint that old muly cow ! 
If I had my gun with lead I'd fill her — 
Sick-'em ! sick-' em ! don't care if you kill her. 

And, darling ! oh how my heart does burn ! 
That plague-gone pig 's turned over the churn, 
And the children love butter, so, too ! so, too ! 
I am so vexed, boo ! hoo ! hoo ! 

And grandma: "Don't talk to me, 
That's what you git by going off you see ; 
If you had'er stayed home like I said. 
You'd had all these chickens fed !" 

The old mule, is then caught and beat. 
And the goats are run up out the wheat 
Panting and blowing and all out of breath — 
Scared out of twelve months growth to death. 

The old muly cow comes flying out the field. 
With the big brown dog barking at her heel, 
And Johnnie has the pig by the ear and the tail, 
Givirig him a beating for turning the pail. 

Grandma is in the back-yard, mad to die, 

She 's fell over a turning plow and hurt her eye ; 



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And that old scraper is right in the door — 
I never saw the like of that before. 

Such bellowing, and squealing, and cackling and 

bark. 
It 's carried on late,^all round in the dark, 
Until it's time for all in the bed ; 
But that's not the last words that was said: 

"This beats all I ever did see — 
It 's not like you said when you married me. 
You've got no money and will never have none, 
Until free coinage, 16 to 1." 

"Hold up, old lady, now you bet, 
You are sure to have some money yet. 
That fiddler we 've got is full of fun, 
And we are sure to get 16 to 1." 

"Darling, in your sleep, work or fun. 
You are always saying 16 to 1. 
I wish you 'd tell me what good 'twould do; 
Don't you think we could get 16 to 2 ?" 

"Ah! old lady, 5^ou just wait, 

And see our fiddler candidate ! 

He is a fine looking man and full of fun, 

And hear him say, '16 to 1.' " 

"You old crank, you go to groaning ! 
You got to 5'oke that cow in the morning 



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And build a stye to put that pig, 
If you don't I '11 make him big." 

"And you got to go all 'round the field 
And brush the fence and them potatoes to peel , 
And you've got to milk that old cow — 
I aint going to do it if I do know how. ' ' 

"It 's nine o'clock and all in bed, 
And I haven't even got the horses fed. 
We '11 starve to death — that's no fun — 
But, oh ! when we get 16 to 1 !" 

So he goes to the lot in a jump and a run, 
Repeating the words: "16 to 1" — 
She squalls out, "Bring stove wood too, 
Don't I '11 give you 16 to 2 !" 

He squalls back to her, mad as v/hiz: 
"I wish 3''ou'd attend to your own biz. 
Don't that beat a thundering gun? 
Can't evensay, '16 to 1.' " 

And after breakfast here he goes, 

To plow or hoe., he hardlj^ knows. 

' 'Wife, what w^as I doing Saturday morn ? 

Dogged if I know, sure as you're born." 

"I '11 tell you one thing, fix that stye, 
If you don^t do it that pig will die. 
Don't care if his name is bill or bilk, 
He shall not waste my butter-milk." 



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He finally gets off to his work, 
And goes along in a lazy jerk, 
e.'^And when he plows a row or two, 
He does just like the others do. 

Do you want me to tell you all just how ? 
He turns and sits down on his plow. 
Bill Jones comes along with his gun 
And they spend the day, 16 to 1. 



IN THE VORTEX. 

Caught in the vortex, 

As others before — 
leashed by the waves 

Or thrown on the shore. 

Pushed by the enemy, 
Hounded as a deer ; 

Caught in the vortex — 
Struck with a spear. 

Dodging the evil one, 
From right to the left — 

Caught in the vortex ; 
By all now bereft. 

Touched by Charity — 

Without it no go. 
Caught in the vortex ; 

A pity tis so. 



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With fear we proceed 
Our journey to go, 

Cauglit in the vortex, 
To relent or no. 

Encompassed by hell hounds, 

lyocated by men, 
Caught in the vortex. 

Thrown into sin. 

Caught by the Good One, 

Pardoner of sin — 
Caught in the vortex 

Others have been. 

Tis best to be in it. 

When out it we say, 
Caught in the vortex. 

When is the day. 

Fate strikes all men 

Early or late. 
Caught in the vortex 

We are only to wait. 

Tis Patience to exercise, 

Hope to renew — 
Caught in the vortex, 

He '11 carry you through. 

Watch for the billows. 
Be ready to ride 



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Out of the vortex, 

The waves shall not hide. 

For this is His promise: 

The waves they will roll, 
But only to separate 

The dross from the gold. 



THAT ONK-ARMED MAN. 

I Y^ill try and tell you, if I can, 

About that black-headed, black-eyed one-armed man. 

Some sa3^ he is certainly a fool, 

Because w^e can't altogether him rule ; 

But he smiles and looks up higher. 

For he knows we are in danger of hell-fire. 

They have brought all things on him to bear, 

To prevent the fool from getting there ; 

But they have almost given it up, 

Seeing he is drinking the sweetened cup. 

Don't wiggle like a worm, if you can, 

Whilst telling about the black-eyed, one-armed man. 

He sa3^s all things are for his good, 
According to the promise as it should, 
But don't you know that can't be. 
When he has but one arm, don't you see ? 
If our arms were cut off, why, 
We'd curse our own God and die. 
Been tried in every wa}^ think twice. 



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And he uses it as tho' 'twas merchandise ; 
We've prophesied he'd come to naught — 
He says he stands by Whom he's wrought. 
We are almost persuaded to believe, 
And follow God and the devil leave. 

But then we think we'd have no fun, 

Our plans and projects are just begun, 

So the dog won't leave his vomit for hire, 

And the sow turns back unto her mire ; 

And here they come together again, 

They've dug a pit to put the slain, 

We know he doesn't know v/here it is, 

We'll see him go in it co-whiz. 

It's the same old barrel, he's found the saucer. 

So in we go, oh, he's a bosser ; 

In a barrel of slop co-splash, co-splasher, 

Oh, he's a king ! oh, he's a masher ! 

If 3'-ou curse him, I'll bet you my hat 

He'll say : "Have you got any more like that ?" 

Or else he'll saj^ it's green as a gourd. 

Or use upon 3^ou some other sword ; 

And if you steal his money you'll rue the day. 

For he'll tackle 3^ou in any place and way. 

And you will feel much worse than shot. 

That two-edged sword, that grace he's got. 

You can't do him, for we've tried him — 

He's a big log — you can't stride him. 



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Just try to catch him in a joke 

And he'll make you wear the same old 37^oke. 

You can't beat him in walk or run, 
You can't beat him with his gun, 
If you go a-fishing he'll catch more fish, 
So without him there 'd be no dish. 
He says it's by whom he is wrought 
That enables him to win the battles fought^ 
You can't beat him by hooks or crooks, 
You can't beat him even in looks ; 
When he takes a notion he won't pull — 
We've tried every way to rope the bull, 
For he is determined the right shall rule, 
So against the wrong he's like a mule. 

I believe he's getting up out of reach, 
I believe he is called by the I^ord to preach ; 
Oh, he'll make a good one, no doubt of that, 
He'll know where to hit 'em right kerspat. 
He knows the holes the snakes are in. 
He'll rattle the stick and make them gin, 
And that old adder'll make like he's dead, 
But tickle him a little and how he'll spread. 
And draw his body through his mouth 
And over on his back and the frogs throw out ; 
For he has practiced e'er since a youth 
Snatching the veil from off the truth. 



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The thing to do with such a I^amb, 

Is to let him alone, don't we'll be damned ; 

For he's got the Word of God on us, 

And without it we are not worth a cuss. 

For the sword God gave him cuts like thunder. 

And without it any will make a blunder. 

So I believe I'll throw up the truth, 

I can't digest it for it is proof. 

So I wish him Godspeed, page after page, 

And wish him success upon the stage. 

So, don't you all in one agree. 

You can't help it, don't you see? 

But some have eyes, and see they not ; 

And have blinder, and blinder got. 

And some have ears and do not hear — 

We see them over there, and there, and there. 

And some understanding, but blunder along 

Don't care a cent for doing wrong. 

And some turn to digging pits again, 

To catch the children that have more brain ; 

And some are busy building a gallows. 

To hang old Haman, just for malice — 

Forgetting the table is sure to turn. 

But when it does, oh, what a burn. 

And some turn to be a witch. 

And the blind lead the blind into the ditch. 

And the rich man tries to lead by money, . 



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But the Spirit thinks its mighty funny ; 
While I^azarus in Abraham's bosom sung, 
The rich man was bothered with his tongue. 
To pay for the curses on lyazarus fell, 
To the bottomless pits in a seething hell. 
And, Saul after David continued to follow, 
lyik a bulldog that had broke his collar ; 
The angels in heaven were too proud to tell. 
When the murderer on his sword had fell. 

'Tis said of poets, that they are born — 

But by the Spirit from the flesh, they are torn ; 

For before I knew there was a God, 

To make a rhyme to me v/as hard, 

But when I lodged in the spiritual ring, 

About his goodness, how I could sing. 

And now, when evil comes around, 

I sing, and sing, and sing him down — 

Just like David, Old Israel's king. 

In case of emergencies he would sing ; 

I'll introduce to you while I can. 

That black-headed, black-eyed, one-armed man. 

Shakespear was a poet, most complete, 

But not until he the Lord did meet. 

Then he grew deeper, deep, deep, deep, 

And swept the earth, and sea, and mountain steep. 

He took the earth like he, the boy, 

And used the stars as for a toy ; 



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He gloried in the moon, the sky, the sun, 
And adored the power of the Mighty One ; 
And lit up with knowledge the darkest places. 
With polished eloquence of His Christian graces ; 
And many were awakened from the darkest fall. 
And glorified God, the I^ord of all. 

I tell you, His power is too great to tell ; 

There is a heaven — there is a hell ; 

Don't experiment on his indulgence tender, 

For at either place, at will. He'll send you. 

So much better on the safest side. 

Than to float on the billows of the world's divide. 

Come this way ! your house and mine ! 

And get happiness of the sweetest kind, 

Wisdom, and knowledge, and grace divine, 

And all things essential to mortal kind. 

Come, the angels are singing and the heavens ring, 

Come join in this beautiful song and sing. 

He owns the cattle of a thousand hills, 
l^ach heart with happiness always fills ; 
Fret not yourselves of evil-doers, 
For all they make is His and yours. 
Your enemies for you He will rule, 
And make of them your footstool — 
For they are ladders to lift you higher, 
To the topmost pinnacle where you aspire. 



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You may look down on them with a pitying eye, 
But do not yield, or else you die. 
Come out from among them and you'll be. 
Nearer, my God, to Thee — to Thee ! 

He sitteth on a circle, far and wide, 

And evil cannot from Him hide — 

He'll punish the wicked and reward the good. 

He'll do it children, for He said He would. 

For years I've been knowing Him, twenty, 

And the revelation of His word is plenty. 

Cast not your pearls before the swine, 

Or else they'll rend you — 'tis their design ! 

Beware of the dogs, do it, please, 

Or else you'll cover o'er with fleas. 

Walk in His precepts — don't make a breach, 

Your walk in life about him preach. 

When a glorious victory for Him we've won, 

Give glory to the Father and the Son, 

For there is no good that you can do, 

'Tis the lyord Almighty that worketh through. 

Just feel as natural as you can be. 

Then the L<ord can use you, you will see. 

Quench not the good spirit, 'tis often done. 

As a cloud that floats before the sun. 

Ashamed of Jesus do not be, 

An excuse He'll have ashamed of thee. 

Ashamed of Jesus ! better far, 

I^et midnight blush to own a star ! 



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When evil does you an evil deed, 

Sow good wheat among the seed, 

Then good for evil you'll return, 

And the coals upon their heads will burn. 

So, its not by power nor by might, 

But by His spirit wins the fight. 

Be friendly, if possible, with all men, 

Then your hands will be free from sin ; 

Pray to God to seal your lips, 

And you'll escape so many slips — 

Your slave, a secret before its told. 

But after — you're turned out in the cold. 

A life of repentance if you win. 

It takes all that to conquer sin. 

The Father tells us to always pray — 

It'll come more natural day by day ; 

Pray always and do not faint. 

And then don't call yourself a saint. 

To put the evil off the chase, 

A sinner acknowledge saved by grace ; 

To aspire to the highest seat, 

A ruin victory most complete ; 

Consider your light is sure to burn 

And a sinner will see it and return. 

He's a child of God, if you shut the lid. 
For a city on a hill can't be hid ; 
He's a light-house in the darkest night, 
To guide the wandering ship aright, 



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Pointing out the breakers on the way — 
The power is given to those who pray. 
We're proud, indeed, of just such men, 
To appease God's anger — to pardon sin ; 
We learn from him that the Word is true, 
For twenty years he's went it through ; 
Every jot and title 's been verified. 
For the lyord's been walking by his side. 

Some say women are allowed to preach, 

But that puts modesty out of reach, 

For modesty, to a woman, is her perfume, 

And without it, to a gentleman, she has no room. 

For modesty is the polish to Christian graces. 

So man will go forward in their places. 

But its right to consult with the fair sex. 

As complexed business often vex ; 

Woman should inspire man onward to go. 

But not out of place, woman, no, no, no. 

Woman is honey sitting still. 

But sour to move, man's place to fill. 

'Tis true that the woman anointed His feet, 

But that was tender modesty most complete, 

And the Savior said more faith reveal. 

Than all the realms of Israel. 

And the one that crept and touched the hem , 

Showed modesty complete, limb to limb, 

And the Savior whispered: "Who touched me ?" 

The crowd so thick He couldn't see, 



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But the virtue going he could feel, 
By modest faith the flow did heal — 
By modest faith and works did Dorcas do, 
Why can't they, and you, and you ? 

So, don't be led by every one, 

But those of the power of the Father and Son. 

As Moses saw God in the burning bush, 

He was frightened and drawn into the push — 

He looked all o'er the world around, 

And drew his shoes — 'twas holy ground. 

Moses couldn't tell what he really knew. 

But his brother, Aaron, led him through. 

So God told Moses to tell his brother, 

So it took them both, they went together 

Unto Pharaoh, Egypt's king, 

For Israel out of the bonds to bring. 

Pharaoh was a dollar king, 

And many now of the dollar sing ; 

They sent frogs and flies, locusts and fleas. 

That they might Pharaoh, the king, displease. 

Thinking all this would tease him so, 

He'd let Old Israel from bondage go. 

He was almost persuaded, time and again. 

But he'd relapse and draw his rein ; 

But he found that God was God, indeed, 

And to His warning did take heed, 

But when Old Israel had departed. 

Mustered his hosts and after them started. 



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Israel borrowed rings, bracelets, ear-rings by pairs, 

But really it was already theirs, 

And soon from Pharaoh, out of sight. 

Guided by a cloud by day and fire by night, 

But finally, hemmed in by the sea, 

Grumbled at Moses— "Why did we flee ?" 

The hosts of Pharaoh were pressing them hard. 

But only to feel the damnation of God. 

Moses had only his rod to wave, 

And the sea divided like a gaping grave. 

And Israel walked over on dry land, 

But Egypt was drowned to a man. 

Then Israel sang praises to God, their king, 

For out of Pharaoh's bonds did bring. 

Confidence in Moses was then restored, 

And praises by the multitude on him was poured ; 

And they did sing that good old song, 

As they through the wilderness journeyed along. 

But after a while they began to thirst, 

And poor Moses they began to curse — 

Then God told Moses to speak to the rock. 

And get water for man and stock ; 

But Moses, big man, didn't speak, but smote. 

And there wasn't enough water for a billy-goat. 

But when he did the Lord's command 
There was plenty of water for stock and man ; 
They drank, and drank, and drank their fill, 
And glorified God from valley to hill. 



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But after that they hungry got, 
And to follow Moses they would not 
And at him they began to grumble 
And made poor Moses very humble ; 
And he cried unto God to send some bread. 
By which that they might all be fed — 
So he waived to God his prayerful banner 
And here came locusts, quail and manna. 

Confidence again was then renewed. 

And sorry for themselves for being so rude ; 

But many times after grumbled at Moses, 

For there was thorns as well as roses. 

When Moses went up on the mount 

To receive the law and give account, 

They of his stay began to laugh 

And for a God made them a calf. 

When Moses from the mount came down 

Among the crowd he looked around, 

And seeing they to idols had turned again — 

The thoughts of it did give him pain. 

The depth of his anger no tongue can tell ; 
And the tables of stone from his hands they fell ; 
Into tears the hardest heart would thaw — 
He had just come down from receiving the law. 
So evil will enter when the shepherd is gone ! 
When will the I^ord come and claim his own ? 
Moses turned about him, restitution did make — 
Repented of the law the people did break. 



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Many more trials too numerous to mention, 
While coming through forty years detention — 
But finally, seeing the promised land, 
They shouted and sang 'thout giving command. 

But Moses wasn't allowed to enter the place 
On account of sin, the world's disgrace — 
But God bless Moses ! he did his part ! — 
A continual pull on the old man's heart 
It 's been e'er since we drew our breath : 
The wages of sin is death, is death ! 
'Twas a glorious victory any can tell — 
He won it, children, though he fell. 
God knoweth the time — breathe a sigh — 
Our days are numbered ! We must die ! 
And oft e'er the goal is barely reached 
In the walk of life, 'tis often preached. 

And the angels came and sang, and wept. 
And glorified God who Israel kept ; 
And close to the edge of the border land 
They buried poor Moses in the sand, 
And no one knows or ever knew 
Really where the angels carried him to. 
But God takes care of His heroes grand 
And carries them to a far better land, 
For he's in heaven no doubt, they say. 
Glorifying God day after day. 
'Twas a glorious victory at God's command. 
And the angels took charge of the hero grand. 



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Moses led to the Promised Land, 

And they needed another to take command, 

So God chose Elijah the people to tell 

The way to heaven but not to hell. 

As all things on foot needs a head, ^ 

They wanted a king as Moses was dead . 

As it is we look up to the tall — 

The choice of the people fell on Saul — 

And as God knows the wish of all, 

Sendeth Elijah to anoint King Saul. 

So Saul was anointed Israel's king, 

And worldly songs they all did sing. 

But precept upon precept, and line upon line, 
Saul wasn't what God really designed ; 
But to show his power to kingdoms changed, 
Things became very much disarranged. 
The Philistines, a people sf prowess grand, 
Wished to have all things at their commarxd ; 
Raged war with Israel much depraved, 
That they might conquer, slave for slave. 
To bluff old Israel thought easy done — 
Challenged the whole army just with one. 
Saul was frightened out of his head 
And almost wished that he was dead. 

Goliath came out every day 
To see who they'd chosen jor him to slay, 
But Saul couldn't find a single man 
To fight the giant man to man. 



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So thus it stood, day after day — ' 
One man holding Old Israel at bay. 
Now this was God's most holy design, 
To show the people what kind, what kind. 
No doubt God said to himself with joy: 
''What power I'll show them in my David boy, 
He's out yonder tending his father's sheep, 
But My spirit in him is not asleep. ' ' 

David, like all boys, full of fun, 

Used a sling-shot for his gun ; 

But when anything bothered his father's sheep, 

Fearlessly upon it's back would leap — 

An example he made of the lion there, 

And also of that old shaggy bear. 

He had more power than he really knew ; 

The same God, boys, will give it to you. 

There was always something by his side, 

His joys and pleasures to divide. 

Ah, boys ! begin it now — 

To serve your God, He '11 teach you how. 

He was sent by his father to the camp 

To see his brothers, old Israel's lamp. 

He came in like any other boy. 

To see the battle; what a joy ! 

But his brothers filled with fright — 

Old Israel in the darkest night. 

He was amazed looking on — 

All of Israel's courage gone ! 



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He saw the line of the Philistine host ; 
He saw the giant come out to boast ; 
He was so eager for the sight — 
Wondered why they didn't fight. 

A single challenge : ' 'Just one man — 

Come out and slay me if you can, 

Then we your slaves will surely be ; 

If not, the reverse you'll see, you'll see !" 

All Israel trembled at his voice ; 

But one boy in heart rejoiced. 

I see him standing like a mite, 

But powerful he'd be when in the fight. 

When the voice of the challenge sounded far, 

The darkest night — but one star. 

Through fright Old Israel wavered back, 

But the boy stepped forward, tack, tack. 

Dave's brothers, through love or jealous fright, 

Wanted him to be back out of sight. 

But the power of God was vested in Dave ; 

He could walk right up to the brink of the grave. 

Or look the devil right in the face 

And make him tremble in disgrace. 

It doesn't take power, but from God Almighty, 

The simplest things confound the mighty — 

But Saul couldn't see into this thing. 

And doubted Dave with his leather sling. 

And wanted to weight him down with brass — 

What Dave didn't think of no more than grass. 



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Dave didn't wish for sword or gun ; 

But to kill the giant was to him fun — 

Just like going out to play a bit — 

The biggest target the easiest hit. 

So the hosts did all agree 

To see the giant kill a flea. 

The giant wished for a bigger man, 

To make it interesting, man to man ; 

But the simple shall confound the wise ! 

It made Old Israel open her eyes. 

Just watch David fix his leather, 

lyook out, all hands, they are coming together ! 

lyook at Goliath ! he looks late 

Waving his spear, a hundred weight ! 

lyook at David ! he looks early, 

His hair in the breezes waving curly ! 

Did you hear him, what he said: 

"The fowls of the air on your flesh be fed !" 

Did you hear that gruff, grum voice 

That made the Philistines all rejoice? 

lyook at David whirling the string, 

To cast the rock, the fatal thing ! 

Cor zim ! 

Realing ^vim ! 

Look at the Philistines ! conquered, wailing — 
Many fall fainting; hearts failing — 
Their bitterness of heart no tongue can tell ; 
We see hanging o'er them the pall of hell. 



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lyook at Israel ! what adore ! 

Ne'er such glory revealed before ! 

Glory, glory, here and there ! 

Glory, glory, everywhere ! 

I^ook at David, how he climbs 

The giant chest ! The sword he primes — 

We see it flashing in the sun — 

It descends ! the victory's won ! 

Now Saul knows more than he ever knew ; 

'Twas the power of God that carried them through. 

Saul was happy but mingled with hate. 

For he knew the kingdom would fail them late ; 

For the music was sounded far and near 

That Dave had done ten thousands' share, 

And the whole world should be his slave ; 

So the ladies about him all around did rave. 

David was lovable, he was, he was — 

His jewels countless as the stars — 

'Twas the power of God vested in this youth 

To re-implant again the truth. 

Let's all pray now, while we can. 

For poor, wretched, fallen man ; 

For in the battle of life it's needed — 

In the calmest sanctum prayer is pleaded. 

And in society pitch it in. 

For it covers a multitude of sin. 

As Dave grew higher, higher, high, 

Saul grew lower, low to die — 



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As the world, we say, goes round and round, 
Some go up and some go down. 
Fate strikes all men early or late 
And some fall short of the upper gate. 

Saul was eager to hold his place, 

To escape the glare of the world's disgrace ; 

But one thing he missed and so did you — 

Dependence on God to carry him through. 

But David begun as a little child, 

And the lyord was with him all the while. 

David stumbled, mind you, mind you. 

But thanks to repentance, God carried him through. 

Justified by Faith, you see, you see? 

He '11 be the same with you and me. 

'Tis sweet to know for what we are made ; 

David knew it, and always prayed. 



They say that Mary doubts my love. 

That I presume it's so ; 
Thomas doubted Christ the I^ord, 

But I'm not he, I know. 



DKFIANCE. 
There is a girl in this very town 
Whom the rest of the girls would love to drown ; 
She'd be to them no more' n a mitten — 
They'd drown her like I would a kitten. 
But she to me is my lady sweet ; 
They must not touch not even her feet. 



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JUST THINK. 

As long as we contract with men, 
As long as life we'll remain in sin ; 
We cannot live without another, 
So we'll contract board with brother. 
'Tis the clink of mind against a mind 
That draws out sparks a brighter kind ; 
So when we a sister or brother meet, 
It makes it purer and better wheat. 

So that's the way to sow the seed, 
The minds and hands of others feed ; 
To speak or shake a friendly hand 
Will help us over to the better land, 
Where there is naught but love and life, 
Forgetting all the pain and strife. 
So things we come in contact here 
Will make that haven dearer, dear. 

So we have naught of which to boast^ 

'Tis the Father, Son and Holy Ghpst, 

Three in one and one in three, 

Extol to all eternity. 

'Tis the boasting man who thinks him tall. 

He's the very one to get a fall. 

To feel natural, yes, we should, 

And then think others a little good. 

But, really, there is no good in man, 
'Tis the motive either of word or hand ; 



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And if the motive it is bad, 

It makes the angels in heaven sad ; 

But if the motive it is good, 

It kills the devil, as it should, 

As the devil trembles when he sees 

The weakest ant upon his knees. 



THE PRAYER. 
Dear God, as Thou art high, 
lyook down on us with pitying eye, 
And cleanse our sins, I^ord, O, I^ord, do. 
For oft we know not what we do. 
Those of Thine, lyord, feel so small — 
Unworthy to be called Thine at all. 



SAY. 

If the ladies charged a dime a look, 

I'd bankrupt as to where betook. 

But to look at beauty doesn't cost a cent-, 

Gratifying until to age be lent ; 

So I am glad that peeps are free. 

Is it better than possession, thinkest thee? 

I am just a thinking — well, I don't know, 
Perhaps some day I'll let you know. 
When a man has a bird of her he'll brag. 
If every day she gets his tag ; 
But the wear and tear and tare and tret 
Of her aft while he begins to fret. 



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Shall I say just take a peep ? 

No ; if I did I'd certainly weep ; 

lyooks are cheaper than to beg, 

As a chick is better than a broken &gg. 

There are a few, like Paul, who can discern 

'Tis better to marry than to burn. 

So just look little more 'n a look, 
As Jacob to himself a wife he took, 
And to Abraham's lineage gave 
Many more to fill the grave. 
And to fight the battle or sing a song, 
And push the mighty work along. 



LAMP. 

There is one love, the sweetest kind. 
The purest love — Oh ! it is divine ; 
And that love is mine I know — 
I live by it where 'er I go. 
No other love so sweet to me, 
My light-house on the stormy sea. 

The angels lull on its balconies 
And waive the banner to the breeze ; 
They trim the lamp and keep it bright 
To guide my wandering ship a-right. 
They thrum the harp, to them so dear — 
Oh ! that sweet music that I hear. 



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The faces that I recognize 
Make me eager for the skies ; 
And make me love the bitter strife, 
Knowing 'twas worse in the Savior's life. 
Why should I bother, why, oh, why ; 
He left His throne for me to die. 



THE PRINCE OF PKACK— THE SON OF THE 

KING. 

Some people sing of this or that, 
I always sang where 'er I sat ; 
There is one of whom I love to sing, 
And He, indeed, the Son of the King. 
He touches all that ever I touch, 
'Tis why I love that One so much. 

He goes where'er my footsteps lend, 
He's always near, my cries attend ; 
He is, indeed, my polished groom. 
He's with me in my lonely room. 
Would I swap Him for anything ? 
No ; of Him I'll always sing. 

When I seat myself to write. 
He's wnth me, even day and night ; 
Whate 'er I take, pencil or pen. 
His gentle touch there's wisdom in. 
He can make a man of even a goose. 
Him to you may I introduce. 



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Unworthy man, indeed, I am, 

And He so gentle, precious Lamb ; 

He came to save a wretch like me. 

He died, He died on Calvary. 

But He arose again, thank God, thank God, 

And walks with me while on the sod. 

What an honor just to be 

I/cd by one so great as He ; 

Just like He went He's coming again 

To gather in the precious grain. 

Won't we be glad, oh, won't we laugh, 

If He doesn't throw us with the chaff? 

What a boon a grant to brook 
One moment on his face to look. 
Too grand, too grand for mortal eye. 
To see his beauty we must die. 
Oh, be changed just like He, 
Then we'll all of heaven see. 



PITY. 
Great God, have mercy on such a town 
Who'd insist on keeping thy power down ; 
Kvery effort that you make. 
Through your agent, the world to wake 
Is nipped by evil in the bud, 
And the banner drabbled in the mud ; 
But, by faith, we revive again, 
And pick the banner up again. 



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Those by whom the world should lead 
Would glory in making an angel bleed ; 
But in the spirit no bone or blood, 
So, banner, rise up out the mud. 
The angels in heaven are having fun, 
To see you conquer a million to one ; 
Though they fight 'gainst you and I, 
They'll need the banner when they die. 

Rejoice, for you are sure to rule 

Your enemies, indeed, your foot-stool ; 

For that I am, I am I know — 

Am leading you wheresoe 'er you go. 

Keep an eye on the promise and faith in me, 

And I will lead you through you '11 see ; 

My power I'll vest in such a man 

To establish my word into the land. 



BEWARE. 

It is the law handed to man 
By the Holy Book at God's command : 
Do unto others as you'd have them do. 
My friend and brother, to you, to you 
'Twould cause less pain and heaven on earth 
If you'd but give that spirit birth. 

Beware of the jack-leg lawyers and docks. 
They health, and morals, and happiness lock ; 
And professional jurors who hanker around 



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To get on the jury to keep truth down, 
They can be bought with a drink of gin, 
Or at the polls a vote put in. 

'Tis a matter of time, though, to catch such fools, 

As such come naked, but the truth doth rule ; 

If we'd swap coats with the devil a time. 

We'd have a slaughter to make it rhyme. 

If I had murdered as many as they, 

I'd be in torment night and day. 

Do unto others as you'd have them do. 

Are you looking for some one to murder you ? 

Bald-headed men dying day by day, 

And yet they in their vomit stay. 

Anything to get in place. 

Not caring a thing for the gross disgrace. 

Though one be raised up from the dead, 
Will you still by the devil on earth be fed ? 
I'll tell you this, tho' bitter to tell, 
You'll cry for Christ when you're in hell ; 
But the angel wings in heaven that flutter, 
You've made your bed, lie in the gutter. 

Was it Snodgrass or Jesus Christ — 
Can't you tell it without thinking twice? — 
Who made the law prospects turn out ? 
The field of hope can't do without. 
Hope is the flower, the world the field. 
The grain it ripens on Time's great wheel. 



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Don't you know we live on hope? 
Without it we'd in darkness cope ; 
Christ is the law without a flaw, 
The golden rule, the precious law. 
My dear God, will it ever be 
An eye in law that it might see ? 

Would to God that solid men 
Would get in ofiice and conquor sin ; 
Such a law as that will damn the world, 
And keep God's prominence in a whirl ; 
Ruling out prospects, why, I say, 
'Twould throw the world in the darkest day. 

I don't believe that any sane man 

Would make such a law, to kill if you can ; 

I'd meet him in any way and place 

And show him the skum of the world's disgrace. 

If I couldn't do no better I know 

I'd certainly take the plow and hoe. 



BOTHER. 
Dear God, hadn't I the power of clinging to Thee, 
The disappoints of life would murder me ; 
And when e'er I disappoint a friend, 
Bitter remorse my steps attend ; 
Though I be ignorant of the offence, 
To learn it later would take my sense, 
And darker the clouds before the sun, 
The more I love the offended one. 



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'Tis strange that one who loves the right, 
Be held in such a gloomy night ; 
We must, we will, repent and pray, 
Still watching for the dawning day. 
Of these things we must not fret, 
Beyond the clouds He's shining yet— 
It takes all this to make it rhyme, 
While waiting on His precious time. 



A WHISPER. 
Think not of your troubles, brother, 
But the only true and living God— 
And all them will smother. 
Fret not of evil-doers, sister, 
For in the flames of a seething hell 
Their souls are sure to blister. 

Though they be legion— many, many, 
Their fruits in heaven not worth a penny. 
Fret not, even to brook 
One moment on their graves to look ; 
And when you reach the golden shade, 
'Twas I, you'll know, be not afraid. 



MARY'S I.ITTI.K I.AMB. 

Mary had a little lamb 

And he shook his tail, and he shook his tail ; 

He followed her to school one day — 

And he shook his tail, and he shook his tail. 



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He got on top of the teacher's bench, 
And shook his tail, and shook his tail — 
It made the teacher very sad, 
But he shook his tail — he shook his tail. 

The teacher turned the poor lamb out, 

But he shook his tail, he shook his tail — 

It made the children laugh and shout, 

But he shook his tail — he shook his tail. 

He stood upon his big hind feet 

And shook his tail, and shook his tail, 

He gave a jump about ten feet. 

And shook his tail, and shook his tail. 

He was, indeed, a smart little lamb, 

For he shook his tail, he shook his tail. 

He grew up to be a great big sheep, 

And shook his tail, and shook his tail — 

He certainly was a wise old sheep. 

For he shook his tail, he shook his tail. 

The last time I saw that sheep 

He was shaking his tail — his beautiful tail. 

He thought a great deal of himself, 
For he'd shake his tail, his pretty tail. 
I know that you will publish this, 
For he shook his tail — that wonderful tail. 
You wish to publish wonderful things, 
'Twould make him shake his tail. 
If you would put his tail in press, 
'Twould make him shake his tail. 



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SII.I.Y. 

That big boy he got him a gun, 

He shot, he shot it just for fun — 

He shot a goat in self-defense, 

He shot him in the eye and he jumped the fence. 

He shot, he shot, h^ shot a hog — 
He shot him in the foot and he jumped a log. 
He shot, he shot, and the ball was brass — 
He shot a mule while eating grass. 

He shot — ^he aimed right where he hit, 
He shot a dog and away he split ; 
He shot, he shot, he shot at a cat, 
He shot a mouse, he shot a rat. 

>He shot, he shot, he shot a coon — 
He shot her late and he shot her soon, 
He shot, he shot, till he broke his gun — 
And he kept shooting as he run. 



TRUTH. 

Just watch the truth, day by day — 
Its never in debt more 'n it can pay— 
Kre my soul in sin would rot 
I'd pay to the truth all I've got. 
Its word, its bond, in any strife — 
Its word its bond, its real life. 

Though it be crushed to earth by sin, 
A matter of time 'twill rise again ; 



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Christ the emblem, the real truth, 
Though he be old, but still a youth ; 
And when it rises, as it will, 
It reveals old evil in the swill. 

So, honor the truth, do, oh, do, 
And its most sure to honor you. 
To swallow the truth, 'tis a bitter cup. 
You can't digest it, throw it up. 
The mighty whale tried truth a puff. 
But he really din't have gall enough. 

Are you waiting for truth to die ? 

Why, its sure to outlive you or I ! 

Why, you are dying day by day, 

And truth grows fatter, fatter, say ! 

Are you afraid truth will richer grow ? 

Why, it owns the whole world, don't you know ? 

Don't be silly, have some sense, 

Honor your Master and go hence ; 

For its far better than all the world. 

In your crown a polished pearl, 

And the angels in heaven will of you sing. 

And come in time your soul to bring. 



GOI^DKN GRAIN. 

When I fold my hands across my breast 
And enter into that sweet rest. 
My guardian angel, with my soul, 



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Will wend its way to the world of gold, 

And the Father will say, "Well done my boy, 

Enter into thy Father's joy." 

Could any thoughts more precious be, 

While I walk on earth, my God, with thee ? 

Could any foretaste be more sweet, 

Than the precious thought, my Savior greet ? 

I see that precious joy afar. 

My heavenly home, my beckoning star. 

All on earth that I have done, 

Was for the honor of the Father's Son ; 

What e'er I did, what e'er I said, 

I, by the Spirit of God was led, 

And what others couldn't understand. 

They'll find it right in the better land. 

As by the blood of the Lamb souls are bought. 

The prophecies of the wicked shall come to naught, 

When the righteous awake from disgusted slumber, 

Their prophecies will come according to number. 

As evil fell upon his sword, 

"I'll repay thee !" saith the Lord. 



SOFT. 



I know to publish what I wrote 
Would take the hair from a billy-goat ; 
So, I do not censure you at all, 
As you'll need your fur-coat for the fall. 



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But as in the pulpit I do not preach, 

There is no other channel by which to reach ; 

But the seed will scatter all around, 

There is no way possible to keep it down. 

As Christ said not of it to boast, 

The more 'twas fed unto the host, 

We oft make evil sing a song. 

And push the gospel cart along. 

So don't bother to put in print, 

I'ts sure of the mission for which 'tis sent. 

Just hand it to your baby boy 

And he'll make of it a toy, 

And as he tosses it about 

A friendly zephyr will take it out 

And hand it to the cruel breeze ; 

Some will frown and others please. 

But those who frown will soon convict, 

And into life will come it quick. 

So don't wear it, unless it fit. 

Or ask the hatter his work to quit. 

Those of God's who are realty so, 
lyove to hear the zephyrs blow, 
And those who are fed by evil's hand, 
Would kill the Savior at command. 
So, raise the banner to the skies, 
And see the simple confound the wise. 
I know the hole that they are in — 
The water is hot, I'll pour it in. 



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There comes the president looking swag, 
His own dignity has got his tag. 
Here comes the lawyer, dead to his knees, 
Covered with muck and filthy grease. 

Here comes general manager, he's a peeler, 

He looks indeed, like a ring-tail squeeler. 

Here comes stock holder, flunky punk, 

Is it a polecat or a skunk ? 

Another stock holder, isn't he a bird ? 

He looks indeed, like a rusty word. 

Just look at the stock holders, little and big, 

Coming out, coming out, riggledy-rig. 

Here comes second lawyer can't hardly spinit. 

He certainly wishes he hadn't been in it. 

Just look how they flounder and flout. 

Just give them time, they'll all come out. 

Hot water is a good thing to pour in a hole, 

As the truth is for any man's soul. 

Here comes the law-maker, I thought it was all, 

In a mighty mucky place to be so tall ; 

Here comes the banker and stock holder, too. 

What on earth does he look like to you ? 

Poor thing, he thought his influence grand, 

Was enough to conquer God's own man. 

But the monkeys used the cat's paw to pull out the 

nuts — 
Just look at the birds! 



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THE POOR ARTIST. 

When first I heard of my Savior dear 

'Twas something sweet unto my ear ; 

But e' er since to me conscience came 

There was something sweeter than I could name ; 

And now, whenever I feel him so, 

There is no other place I wish to go — 

Perfectly calm, so sweet, so sweet, 

From the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. 

And when I heard of His promises grand, 

I took Him firmer by the hand ; 

Nothing on earth to compare Him to, 

I know one thing, He's brought me through. 

The flesh is weak, without Him I know, 

I to the bottomless pit would go. 

He's everything on earth to me, 

My life preserver on the sea. 

It makes me feel a little wrong 

To hunt for Him comparison ; 

He is the way, the truth, the life. 

And none can prevail against Him in strife. 

Let your body a temple be, 

Then, perhaps, you'll feel and see 

If we'd all do just like we should, 

We'd taste and see that the Lord is good. 

Don't doubt His promise. If you do. 
You certainly of that day will rue ; 



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Wisdom isn't at a jump — 
You'll have to start it from the stump. 
First seek His kingdom, He has said, 
Then all good things to you He'll shed ; 
Don't wish for vain things or easy place. 
But follow the Savior in the chase. 

Some will follow you with good wishes, 
And many for the five loaves and the fishes ; 
But pray on, always in the chase, 
There is no other way to grow in grace. 
Your Father, a King, in His own good time. 
Will bring back to you what He designed ; 
The fragments of what the robbers leave, 
The righteous crust do not grieve. 

To tell it in every straight and crook, 
I'd have to read you my whole book ; 
And that is the honey of many years, 
The drippings of doubts and many fears. 
Through every battle a victory crop, 
I find the truth will rise on top ; 
Just look it in the eye and see 
The portrait-painter of Calvary. 



THK GOLDKN EGG. 

To publish a sermon every day 
And throw your chaffy trash away, 



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Your paper in value would enhance, 
As patronage toward you'd advance. 
Profit by a scrub's advice, 
And always publish something nice. 

There is Brother Haywood, an orator, indeed, 

And there is Brother Matthews, for whom I also plead. 

And there is Brother Sullivan, to whom there is no 

peer. 
And there is Brother Harris, much to the people dear. 
And their Presiding Elder, who all do love to see. 
Why not push the word along, just for you and me? 

Just do this, and the gospel cart along the road will 

go, 
And the rising generation, boys, will be inspired to 

crow ; 

You don't have to publish, or even have to sing 

According to monopoly or the evil ring. 

You will do this — I know you can. 

Waive the royal banner, come out and be a man. 

So hang your hatchet on a peg, 

Don't kill the hen that laid the golden egg. 



MY GUEST. 



Gentle Savior be with me. 

Along life's journey on the sea ; 

Do gently touch the pilot wheel. 

And the ship will go both mast and keel. 



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Upon the sail thy gentle push 

Will send the ship where 'er thou'd wish ; 

Thy beautiful scenery all along, 

The rippling waves a pleasant song. 

When the angry waves are rolling high, 
Thy gentle whisper, "It is I," 
Will make the waves submissive be. 
All my journey on the sea. 

Thou knowest where the fishes stay. 
Thou knowest where the breakers lay ; 
We'll glide along in pleasant places. 
And enjoy Thy princely graces. 

We'll see our home prepared afar. 
In bold relief our beaconing star ; 
Just the thoughts of it so grand 
We're able to enjoy the border-land. 

When we reach the golden gate, 
Where the angels for us wait. 
Too grand, too grand to paint it here. 
Just the thoughts, so dear, so dear ! 



CONFIDKNCB. 

I^ead me over this, I pray, 
lycad me over night and day ; 
Over the gulf called Misunderstand, 
Though heart to heart and hand to hand. 



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Hope for me and I for you, 

Hope for hope will carry us through. 

For I am convinced it's God's design, 
The fairest of all of womankind ; 
And when the old wheel rolls around, 
Solid to the truth I'll be found. 



TRIUMPH. 

Calvary's flag waves o 'er the land, 
Kvil trembles from head to hand, 
But aft awhile begins to sing, 
And waves the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And waves the flag of Calvary's King. 

The flag's been trampled under foot, 
But now its raised, in place is put ; 
Come, all ye people, tribute bring. 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And raise the flag of Calvary's King. 

A gross disgrace upon your head. 
To those who won't by Christ be led ; 
Come with all instruments and sing. 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King. 



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Wliy would you smother His Word, so true ? 
He died for others, as well as you. 

Throw down your dagger, and palm leaves bring, 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King. 

Kvil never gets all its wish. 

But oft is thrown in Calvary's push ; 

And of his fall the angels sing. 

And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 

Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 

And wave the flag of Calvary's King. 

Calvary's King is all in all. 
And will raise up those who fall ; 
If you can't do naught but crawl and sing. 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King. 
You'll have to wave, we know it well. 
You '11 wish to wave when you 're in hell ; 
But now, indeed, is the time to sing. 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King, 
Calvary's King, Calvary's King, 
And wave the flag of Calvary's King. 



RKSOI.VK. 

The world is my trial. 
But God is my judge ; 



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My conscience is clear, 
From truth I '11 not budge. 

I '11 stand by the cannon, 

By the power of grace ; 
And the logs of the fortress 

I '11 see them misplaced. 

I '11 march through the rank 

Of the abominable foe, 
And wave the grand banner 

To the skies just so. 



TEMPTATION ON THE) MOUNT. 

When satan took the Savior, Christ, 

Upon the Mount to tease, 
He thought what fun that he would have 

And all the world would please. 

He asked him what of this or that. 
And repeated the rule of "tit-for-tat. " 

Christ said little, but what He said 
Almost killed old satan dead. 

But Christ knew satan was hard to kill. 

So let him kill himself at will. 
He turned it what he called a joke. 

When he saw that he couldn't Christ provoke. 

For forty days and forty nights 

He tried to rule Christ for his rights ; 



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But after a while he hungry grew, 

And knew that Christ was hungry too. 

So in order that he himself be fed, 

He wished He'd turn the rock to bread ; 

But Christ is stubborn when He wishes, 
And pushed him over in the bushes. 

But Satan, a hard old lump of sin, 
Collected self and come again. 

It tickled him almost to die, 

The thought of seeing the Savior fly. 

He wished to see Christ jump and run, 
That he might have a little more fun. 

And offered Him, the world and all, 
If He would fly and never fall. 

Christ, to prove His power grand, 
Beckoned satan with His hand ; 

Satan jumped just like one shot. 
And his dignity all forgot. 

And trembled he from head to foot. 
And got back where the Savior put. 

The seed of the woman, as 'twas said, 
Will always bruise the serpent's head. 

And now, where'er the Christian goes, 
The devil sticks his smoky nose ; 

But just a look, he'll drop his head 
And feel that he was almost dead. 



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CHRISTMAS, 12-24-'99. 

This is the day, the eve of the birth 

Of the King of Kings, and the Lord of earth. 

Blessed be Mary, the mother of God, 

We'll sing her grand praises while on the sod. 

Thanks be to God for the prophets of old. 

Who really knew more than ever was told. 

But the grandest words and the sweetest refrain — 

When He said to His people, "I'm coming again." 

Christmas in spirit, the birth of a soul — 
They are born in youth as well as when old ; 
But the younger that's born have longer to live. 
And the fruits of their living to others to give — 
Will bring them more blessings and fit them to be 
Welcome with Jesus His grand company — 
To join in the chorus, the sweetest refrain — 
Just what He said. He was coming again. 

Just take His word for it shaketh the earth. 

And causes more souls in hearts to have birth. 

Be named in the list of His grand company, 

By prayers and repentance. His blood-bought fee ; 

Have an ear for His music and a conscience so sweet. 

Perfectly happy, thy brother to greet. 

And most happily join in the sweetest refrain — 

Just what He said, He was coming again. 



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THE STANDARD. 

Christ, indeed, is my measuring stick. 
And I, the world, too short ; 

Still I am trying to stretch myself, 
To deliver what He has bought. 

He paid the same price for you. 

Balled up all in a knot. 
Now begin to unroll yourself — 

A bundle of rags or not. 

He didn't buy hogs, sheep, cattle or dogs, 

But humble souls of men. 
Would you consider yourself as such, 

Continue to roll in sin. 

His agents are here to inspect His stock, 
And to judge if He is cheated; 

He expects the humble prayers of men, 
And to turn out those belated. 

Consider really what you are, 

I know I'm less than good. 
And would think better of myself, 

If I was as I should. 



DIFFERENT IDEAS. 

Some take religion as a romantic affair ; 

But it reaches really further than all of that. 
Some take religion as a money making scheme, 



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But that's where satan on it sat. 
I 'd get tired had I naught else to do, 

Than look upon this hollow world and all its 
hollow crew. 

Would you sell your Savior for romance or for gold, 

Who bled and died upon the tree of Calvary, of old? 
Look for the Spirit deeper than all of that you'll see, 
And all the good there is in it will come out unto thee. 
I'd get tired had I naught else to do. 
Than look upon this hollow world and all it's hollow 
crew. 



A WOUNDKD SPIRIT. 

Have I wounded a spirit that loved me, 

And one that I loved so dear ? 
She is perfectly welcome to vengeance. 

If it takes her more than a year. 

Though the time and the place was forgotten. 

To meet and consummate dear ; 
By the cares and doubts and other things. 

Been pressing for manj^ a year. 

'Twas faintly whisped unto me. 

That a Spirit was wounded somewhere — 

Not knowing he was onto the mission, 
Or anything else in the air. 



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Reflecting back on to the discourse — 
When He left me to go on my way, 

The time of the meeting had vanished, 
And never 'd appointed a day. 

'Twas bitter the life to live over, 
And fight the old battle again ; 

But God is in it, I know it ! 
And sweetens the bitter refrain. 

Time, friendly Time, and its mission, 
Bearing round on its sturdy old wheel. 

Will bring back bitter or sweetness, 
As the Spirit is willing to heal. 

So the stabs to my heart now are healing ; 

Though thrust by my own neglect — 
I '11 go on and live on in waiting, 

But God's own will to expect. 

The Oueen of Peace expected 

To meet at that proper time, 
But the grace of God is sufiicient 

To wait on what He has designed. 



Persecutions I have had. 

And the)^ often make me, dear Lord, sad ; 

But persecutions cannot last. 

As I my mind on Thee have fast. 

lycad me, lead me, 

All along the way. 



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A PRAYER. 

Dear Jesus, let me lay my soul on Thee 
Till I cross this stormy sea, 
And when the lightning and thunder is o'er 
I '11 be able to love Thee more, 

I know that Thou art in the storm, 
And naught can do me any harm ; 
While I neath Thy wings do hide, 
Thou will all my wants provide. 



NAME IT. 

'Tis bitterness, dear God, to be 

Robbed of all on earth to me. 

Should he who hinders Thy cause on earth 

Perish where he had his birth. 

Or is it according to Thy decree 

For him to continue to persecute me ? 

Is it forgotten of Henry Clay, 

Who would have led us from the darkest day, 

Or evil who beat him in the race. 

And turned the world a grave disgrace. 

And feigned to the world to be as dead — 

But robbed the government half-million instead ? 

Will the Fayette county murderer of an early day 
Escape the prayers of those who pray ? 
We know full well that blood will tell — 



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"Vengeance is mine !" hear it well ! 

History teaches all the route — 

A matter of time — "murder will out." 

Bvil in the future will find his match, 
As evil from evil always hatch. 
And when it comes his time to pay 
A stab to his heart himself to slay, 
As Joshua upon God's word he stood, 
And saw the evil turn to good. 

He is waiting for me to make a break. 
To put out the fire or spoil the cake ; 
But I^azarus in heaven no doubt did sing: 
"You are buried behind an apron string — 
But that string is the chord that holds 
The jewels of honor more than gold. 

We speak of miracles now-a-days, 
There are miracles now that pays ; 
For I have escaped a killing fuss — 
Say that isn't miraculous ! 
No sanctification in the world so wide 
But there are some who are justified. 
Charity, the crown of the Righteous King, 
To whom for sensure's homage bring. 
We know He said it to whom he dined, 
Cast not your pearls before the swine. 
So when we find them brutes to be 
We'll handle them as such, you see. 



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I know the generation is not not so vile 
To allow God's cause to be defiled, 
For here is one walk, stand or lie, 
Who is perfectly willing for it to die. 
And there are others, better than he, 
Who wrote this piece and hand it to thee. 



A DREAM. 

I dreamed a dream ten months ago 

And the interpretation so 

Bore deeply on my mind. 

Who knoweth God's deaign? 

Though it be only a dream, 

As dreams never turn out what they seem. 

But this was one, a peculiar kind, 
Is why it bore so on my mind. 
At first I passed it off as naught, 
As though something by evil bought, 
But e'er the lapse of a week or two, 
It two-thirds came verbatim true. 

And since the ten months' lapse, each week 
Two-thirds of it again would speak, 
And 'twould leave another impress 
Of some poor creature in distress, 
As the blood of Abel on the ground 
After Cain continually hound. 



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But oft 'twas whispered in my ear — 

A small sweet voice, but I could hear : 

*'Weep not, w^eep not, my son ! 

It was another who fired the gun. 

Or kept his lying in the way 

And drove her off till another day." 

The dream right here to you I'll tell — 

I'll never forget, I know it well. 

I was walking through a field one day ; 

A hare jumped up and would not stay ; 

I didn't see till too far gone — 

If I had caught, it would it have been my own ? 

I went on then a few steps further 

And the very same way out ran another. 

I stepped right then behind a knoll 

And there lay two, but almost cold ; 

But their eyes were bright with joy a time — 

As heep of things are not a crime. 

They seeing me, began to shiver, 
Rolled off together in the river, 
Ten or twelve feet out my sight. 
They floated down to what but night? 
The interpretation to me is plain, 
As I began to dream again. 

The interpretation, hit or miss, 

I'll tell you here, my friends, was this : 

The first hare jumped was a girl, 



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That I might take her for my pearl ; 
The next hare jumped was a pearl, 
That I might take her for my girl. 

The two lying side by side 

Were the ones who went and married the while. 

And the representation of the 10 or 12 feet 

Was the time some day perhaps we'll meet. 

And e'er since, as I told before, 

Has been repeated o'er and o'er. 

Now the second dream to you I'll tell — 

I know it as the other, well — 

I was at a convent or elsewhere ; 

It might have been the World's Fair — 

Seated by a stranger friend. 

The one alluded to came in. 

I saw her pale and haggard be — 
I saw her but she didn't see me. 
I didn't speak a word to friend, 
My eyes to her I did attend. 
I heard him say to another by. 
Pale and haggard she was, why? 
There was to her then, in the grave, 
The only one whom God had gave, 
And what came thundering to my ear : 
Was he dead or he no more her dear. 
As things are not just as they seem, 
We'll consider it only a dream. 



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A SURRKNDKR. 

lyist how my ears do ring, 

The battle is. over, the angels sing ; 

lyist, the departing spirits who fell 

Are writhing in a flaming hell. 

Watch, the evil one again will try to rise 

And wipe damnation from his eyes. 

A calm it is, but this we know, 
That evil is mustering his arms so 
To strike where least expectant we. 
That they might drown us in the sea. 
Do they wish to surrender, is it so ? 
And know not how to approach hero ? 

A surrender, this we know they hate 
To meet the conqueror — their fate ; 
But all such we know will have to be 
After a famous victory. 
So get the bottle and the quill 
And sign the war a peace, be still. 

Are you sure of war, that you 're tired, 
And wish to flee from whom you 're hired ? 
Are you sure you have struck a fact ? 
Are your arms of rebellion already stacked ? 
In truth, a hero would lift his hat 
And present a sword just like that. 

A sword of peace, a sword of truth, 
Years nineteen hundred, but still a youth. 



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'Twill cut while lying in the shade, 
'Twill cut keener than a two-edged blade ; 
The enemy will flee at just a shake, 
The devils in their hells will quake. 

He told the same to others before, 
Go in peace and sin no more ; 
And the lame who always balked, 
Took up his hated bed and walked. 
Any, it seems, to God would flee, 
lyift the heart and bend the knee. 



MY FORTE. 

I have no other refuge, I^ord, 

'Tis Thee, and only Thee ; 
Were it not for Thee, dear I^ord, 

I 'd hang my harp upon the tree. 

My fingers no more its strings would wake, 
My voice in unison no more would take ; 
My heart so cold, so cold, would be. 
Could it not sing, my God, to Thee. 

Could I not write thy precious rhymes. 
That's lifted me so many times. 
Would life to others be worth giving ? 
Would my own be worth the living. 

No, to live would be a sigh, 
A stranger to charity would I ; 



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A brute, indeed, upon life's sea, 
Were it not, my God, for l^hee. 

But, as it is, that thou art mine. 
And to know that I am thine. 
Makes me hopeful and willing to wait, 
To meet Thee at the golden gate. 

Oppression, this we plainly see. 
Enables to learn much more of Thee ; 
And pleasure, in a worldly sense. 
Draws from us thy confidence. 

Wean us, L^ord, from all things vile, 
And point us upward all the while ; 
And when the battle here is fought. 
Gather in thy jewels bought. 

And praises be to Christ, our King, 
Let heaven with all its music ring ; 
Strike the harps on every string, 
Glory, glory to the King. 



Too bitter to be bitter. 
Too sweet to be sweet. 

In eighteen and ninety-six I thought evil was dead. 
And no more in my pathway through life he would 

tread ; 
I moved to a city to live at my ease, 
With plenty of money my fancies to please. 



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E*re I settled in the city, the place of my choice, 
The devils rose up, and all in a voice, 
Saying he has got money, the thing that we like. 
We '11 sharpen our spears, that him we may strike. 

We '11 set our net here and bait it so nice, 
With worldly provender the worldly would slice ; 
More flattering devices than any would think, 
A spider could weave or sweetest cup brink. 

The shepherds of the gospel knew there was a man 
Who could lead them from darkness at the beck of a 

hand ; 
They wished now to handle without drabbing his 

wing, 
That they might put him up where he could sing. 

The mode they adopted was one nice and fine. 
Most any would like of all mortal kind ; 
Not knowing the bird that he was then feeding, 
Their wishes for them to him they kept pleading. 

We needn 't wish anything any other way. 

When God 's at the helm to move or to stay ; 

There are many things transpire, we know not their 

meaning. 
Providence provides from the world to be weaning. 

'Tis an unhappy life to live only by sight, 
The bright star of Faith is the lamp of the night ; 
Be calm in the battle, be armed with the truth. 
Though dead as with old age, still but a youth. 



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Though circled by evil's net for all you are worth, 
Remember the true God , from whom you have birth ; 
Know that your calling is to follow the truth, 
Be watchful and prayerful, for it is forsooth. 

Be strong in the faith — we know that you can. 

The devices of some will perish with man ; 

The prophecies of the wicked will melt back to 

naught, 
You '11 know what a victory when the battle is fought. 

The spirit is better than cannon or spear, 
A victory without blood, a victory so dear ; 
The battles I 've fought and won in this city 
Would make anyone strong, wise and witty. 

From the top to the bottom, from bottom to top. 
Rolling over in spirit, but throw them coflop ; 
I^awyers and stockholders, and witnesses no few. 
But conquered by one man as though they were but 
two. 

Stand like a lion that had shook out the world 
And crushed every missile that was e'er at him hurled ; 
Stand like the Christ, who would always forgive, 
And the most repentant devil would always let live. 



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PROVERBIAL. 

CHAPTER I. 
1. 

It doen't take a sage to tell, 

That matrimony isn't heaven, 
Nor single blessedness hell. 

2. 

Mortals on earth like chicks in a shell, 

At death they're hatched for 
Heaven or hell. 

3. 

The prayerful judgment of jaybird 

To give him time, 
Better than the snap- judgement of a Judge — 

To make it rhyme. 

4. 
The poor often wish rich people to greet — 

Fools make the feast 
And smart people eat. 

5. 

It doesn't take a sage to tell 

That a gambler is sure of the inevitable hell, 
And I know we all should pray 

That they might quit it right away. 



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6. 

A drunkard, though he be in the swim, 
Is robbed of everything, limb to limb. 

7. 
Temperance is a thing of grace — 
Everything in its place. 

8. 

I^ife, 'tis said, is what we tend. 

May the I^ord, our God, our lives defend. 

9. 

By the fruits of men the same are known — 
Hither in growing up, or grown. 

10. 

Let this your motto always be, 
For Christ, our God — victory. 

11. 
Some will be laughing and some be crying, 
When the greatest men in the world are dying. 

12. 
We should improve our precious time, 
And make to others our lives sublime. 

13. 

Indeed, 'tis sweet to tell. 
That a man of God 



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Can't even dwell 
His mind on hell. 

14. 
They wont move toward God to turn, 

But they will have to move, 
Or in hell to burn. 

15. 
From off the truth we shouldn't budge, 
The prayerful judgment of a jaybird, 
To that of a Judge. 

16. 
Because in truth no music humming, 
Is why He delays us in His coming. 

17. 

Those who follow God's own plan, 

Will know why he repented 
He ever made man. 

18. 
Man himself, dedicated to God, 
Is the grandest temple that ever stood upon the sod. 

19. 
The devil, himself, is mighty smart, 

And always in the drama 
Will act his part, 

But when he strikes the heavenly air. 
See how ghastly his wild eyes stare ! 



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To keep him in heaven, in jail he'd be 
Dying of utter depravity. 

Wouldn't it be nice to block him in heaven, 
A leaven to leaven the whole of heaven ? 

20. 

E'er since existence drew its breath, 
A gambler has met a gambler's death. 

21. 

A sermon in poetry we see, 
Would bear deeper on memory. 

22. 

A girl that's caught within the mesh, 
Will have to sow unto the flesh. 

2Z. 

We speak it thus, we know its true — ■ 
Christ was justifiable in all He'd do. 

24. 

The prophecy of the prophets — think twice : 
The loyalty of David, 
The wisdom of Solomon — 
Was, and is Christ. 

25. 

The fairest of the fair, 

The purest of the pure. 
The sweetest of the sweet, 



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The meekest of the meek — 
The best of all that's good, 

To teach us what we should ; 
Who is He ? think twice, think twice. 

It is your neighbor, Lord and Christ. 

26. 
'Tis best you learn a little sense, 
Honor your Master and go hence. 



CHAPTKR II. 

1. 

There isn't any one perfectly sane, 

Who would take the name of his God in vain. 

2. 
There isn't any but a crank, 
Who would take chance on faro-bank. 

3. 
Not a clean man I ever saw yet. 
Who would indulge in any bet. 

4. 
There isn't anyone but a fool. 
Who would make of himself a gambler's tool. 

5. 
There isn't anything low, or higher, 
That's more abominable than a liar. 



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6. 

There is none but a low down brute, 
Who would his neighbor persecute. 

7. 
As low as hogs and cattle, 

Who would drag round and tattle. 
E'er since we were born experience rife, 

Eating and drinking essential to life. 

8. 
The man that listens fills his jug, 
But the man that talketh empties his mug. 

9. 
The brute who'd talk about an innocent girl, 
Isn't fit to live in the lower world. 

10. 

Those who lust after the flesh, 
Are often caught into the mesh. 

11. 
The lyord for his people will provide. 
As David in a cave did hide ; 
And as Saul came madly by 
A spider's web caught his eye ; 
He bet his shoulders, perhaps his hat, 
That David never entered that. 
Dave saw the hand of Providence, 
The spider around had build a fence. 



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Though Dave was glad to miss his fate — 

Was sorry to break the silver gate. 

When he took the old man's bottle of gin, 

He saw what a fix old Saul was in. 

And when he cut off the king's long skirt, 

He could have ground him in the dirt. 

And when the javelin, keen and sharp, 

Came whizzing by, kept playing his harp. 

And when they exclaimed : ' ' Why spareth he ? " 

Says Dave, "My God himself is charity !" 

And as He yet carry eth the mail, 

Over this deed I'll throw a veil. 

There isn't any but a knave. 

But what would say, hurrah for Dave ! 

12. 
It's been proven in evolution, 
That Christians suffer persecution ; 
And also in this very book, 
In any direction you may look. 
But what would we do, tell me please, 
Were it not for the lovely these. 

13. 

Few things more bitter than suspense — 
Waiting for others to learn some sense. 
Or putting in mortal's confidence. 

15. 
To sum up all in the world and mash, 
All in the world but God is trash. 



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Nicodemus came to Christ by night, 
In order to learn the way of right. 
Though somewhat curious intent, 
By the others of his clan was sent — 
That he might learn, and teach them how, 

Whether to Christ they all might bow ? 

If their subjects knew of their going to Christ, 

To prevent a split — a cunning device ; 

Though Nicodemus wanted for himself some power, 

Knowing Christ had it every hour. 

His excuse for not coming in the day. 

He could not from his business stay. 

But Christ really knew everything, 

And knew wh}^ he didn't the others bring. 

In seeing any he would know they thought 

They hated to be by a Nazarene taught. 

Whenever he would pass they were struck with awe. 

And wondered whether to serve Him, or no ; 

His very presence was proof to tell, 

The devil trembled at sight and fell. 



A PRIVII.KGED CHARACTER. 

Dear God enable us to teach the young and grown. 
That religion doesn't exist only in being alone ; 
Or being in gloom and sorrow — 
But the same to-day, yesterday and tomorrow — 



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And doesn't bind itself to places, 
Among all localities and races. 

Believing on Jesus Christ, as all should, 
And considering naught within us good, 
That Jesus working in us to will and to do, 
Is the order of all things, good and true ; 
No place on earth but what Christ can go, 
For all on earth are His we know. 

Repenting and paying all through the strife. 
Perfectly essential to religious life. 
Things should not monotonous grow — 
We should carry the lamp wherever we go. 
Religion all our cups should fill, 
For it is the golden principle. 

The gospel is plain in fighting sin, 
So simple a child couldn't err therein — 
Repentance and prayer to cleanse the soul, 
As digging, and smelting, refining the gold ; 
Or washing one's hands of the foulest of stain. 
And going and doing the same work again. 

We know its essential with work we shall cope, 
The less foul hands, the less time and less soap ; 
The less evil done less conscience be muddy — 
So it pays to be honest and always be steady. 
Measure by no one — -go by him and see, 
And honor the one, sajdng, ''Come unto me." 



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WHO ARE MY BRETHREN ? 

We know He's turned from death unto life 
Because He loves tlie brethren ; 
Come all ye flesh upon two feet, 
And tell me, whose my brethren ? 

Do they bark like dog, or bray like an ass ? 
Or grunt like a hog, or hiss like a snake ? 
Shall I call such my brethren ? 
Is God's generation just such a fake ? 

The same man said, "Beware of the dogs !" 
So all such trash that howl and bray, 
To be called my brethren 
Will have to be born some other day. 

Would a brother rob his own, 
And in spite of brother's pitiful groan, 
Would list to hear say "brother," 
Fools seem to think that God is gone ! 



HOLY GHOST. 

God's baby God himself — 
Three in one in heart of self. 

Three in one, and one in three — 

God in three persons — blessed Trinity. 

We should acknowledge Him, 

God in His home, 
And keep His parlor swept, 

Eveiywhere we roam^ 



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SWKKT SUFFERING. 

He started on his ministry at thirty years, 
Without any learning, but without any peers ; 
He finished his ministry at thirty-three, 
And sends his wisdom now unto me — 
Wisdom to all who follow the truth, 
Nineteen hundred years, but still a youth. 

Respect His wisdom, why should I 

Quench the good spirit and let it die ? 

Cruel, cruel, too cruel to tell, 

To quench I 'd make my bed in hell. 

He 's allowed me to live for these forty years, 

A continual battle with egotistic peers. 

I 've followed him the forty years through, 

Throwing in my babyhood, too ; 

For Him every battle I 've won, 

Without catapult or gun ; 

But the two-edged sword, a grand defense. 

His way the power more wisdom than sense. 

I 've suffered almost as much as He, 
My persecuters can plainly see ; 
But the suffering was sweet, not hard, 
To know I was suffering for such a God — 
B 'en to the sweating of blood the same 
As in the Garden of Gethsemane. 

My enemies did contemplate arrest. 
But as oft fell back, faint, distressed ; 



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Though as oft as if to say I 'm he, 
Fainter still and a weaker knee. 
Though they did me crucify, 
Still I 'm living — why? why ? 

It does seem any who had any sense 

By all this would be convinced ; 

But they had Moses and the prophets and slew 

them, 
God's own Son, and slew they Him. 
I' 11 tell you, for I know it 's true. 
There is no telling what a dog will do. 



THE GRANDEST OF MJ, BABIES. 

If all that Christ did was written in a book 

To raise the top lid step ladder be took ; 

His mother well knew extra babe that she had — 

Not like others, always doing bad. 

While drawing His life from nature's sweet cup. 

With angelic spirit to mother look up. 

What musical coos did any mother hear ; 

Was any sweet baby to mother so dear ? 

And when His first step to walk that He took; 
How that sweet mother to Heaven did look — 
For she knew full well that the angels espied 
The Ivord of Creation taking first stride. 
After taking one step, for fear He would fall, 
Squatted like others beginning to crawl ; 



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And when it's sweet tongue begun it's first stutter, 
The first words said was Father and Mother. 

And as He grew up stronger and true, 

How proud was Joseph and mother too — 

His wisdom and power much stronger than sense, 

Parental parentage Joseph convinced — 

Prouder, and prouder, and prouder each day ; 

Perfectly willing with baby to stay. 

And Mary, dear wife, grew dearer and dearer, 

As the kingdom of God grew nearer and nearer. 

And when He grew up was Joseph's great joy. 
To see what mechanism just in a boy ; 
Could turn off more work in an hour or two 
Than any one on earth in week or more do ; 
And when out with others to play, 
In the lead, always romping all day — 
His playmates knew that He was a power ; 
And grander he grew each and every hour. 

He and the Baptist boy often did meet. 

And each to each brother was happy to greet. 

Of their mission on earth they often did talk. 

While sitting, or standing, or taking a walk. 

The less thoughtful boys often did say: 

Where has John and Christ been all of the day ? 

Yonder they come now, they've missed all their dinner. 

I wish to each other that they would grow thinner. 



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We are glad when they do come a little to stay, 

They are so pleasant and sweeter each day. 

The time has lapsed now 'bout thirty years — 

The beginning of ministry, battle and tears. 

Their plans they have laid, knowing full well their 

calling — 
'Tis time that evil's kingdom was falling. 
John to go and collect Him a crowd — 
Telling He was coming in earnest, out loud. 

To collect the people should be a surprise. 

Therefore he said it, ' 'by water baptize. ' ' 

The people came flocking, baptizing to do. 

And anything else John wished for them to. 

The crowd being collected and all things prepared — 

Christ came up and baptism desired. 

John knew Jesus and His mission ahead 

And thought that he should be baptized instead. 

Christ said to John, "My brother, be it so. 

That all righteousness be fulfilled you know ;" 

So John baptized the Healer to heal — 

The prophecies were over, the lyord was revealed. 

And to show them that He was the lyord from above, 

I^it on Him from heaven a beautiful dove ; 

And in order that they shouldn't of him, John, boast 

Says, "He will baptize you with fire and the Ghost." 

So John from them was taken away. 
As many others that led up the way ; 



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So Jesus took up where John had left off, 
Continuing His mission at all sin to scoff, 
And opened the way bright, plain and clear, 
To the mansions of glory to Christians so dear. 
Not a grander baby on this earth could live. 
Than to lay down his life for others to live. 



OUT OF PI,ACK. 

We should school ourselves in heaven to stay. 

Ah, we couldn't enjoy it a single day, 

If we were allowed to enter therein. 

We'd be driven back by conscience again. 

For to look on that face that's shining so bright, 

'Twould send us back to the darkest night. 

Did you ever see such an angelic hand ? 

Oh, me, I murdered that man. 

Did you ever see such angelic eyes ? 

Ah, me, I recognize — 

I hounded and persecuted him on earth, 

I can't stay here — hell's my berth. 

Oh, Christ, don't look at me, 

After thou wast dead I crucified thee. 

Ivook on the book, your record see — 

Oh, God, my conscience is enough for me. 

With angelic fingers strike this harp, 

Oh, God, my claws are too sharp. 



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Sit up here and sing this song, 

Oh, Lord, my tail is too long. 

Oh, I/Ord, its two pleasant up here — 

Hell, to me, oh, God, is dear. 

The music deafens me, I can't enjoy, 

Let me go back to the "old boy." 

I'd rather in hell always to burn. 
Than see my victims where e'er I turn. 
Let me see how this crown would fit — 
Oh, dear Lord, do pray quit. 
Its a pity, satan, you can't enjoy, 
A ball of fire instead of a toy. 



HUMBOLDT VS. JACKSON. 

I'll take my pencil and sit down 

And pen the trip to Humboldt town: — 

At nine-thirty, as you'd expect. 

The Jackson crowd began to collect — 

A motley crew of lads and lapses. 

Lawyers, doctors and "D. Ds. ," in masses, 

A splendid lot of Highland rooters. 

To boost the Jackson club — freebooters. 

The train drove up to the Union Pot 
To take on all who wished to go. 
The hour I think was just 'bout ten. 
To soothe the eagerness we all were in. 



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What a jamboree, push and split, 
To get a place that they might sit. 
There was'nt a seat to each command. 
Therefore some of us had to stand. 

As the train bell began to ring 

The motley crew began to sing. 

The train sped on at a fifty gate. 

Through lands of bramble bush and brake — ■ 

Hadn't it been for the lovely breeze 

A suffocation in such a squeeze. 

But as the train was swift to spin it, 

We found a plenty of sugar in it. 

The train arrived at the hour of eleven 

With a jolly crew multiplied by seven. 

As on pleasure we all were bent, 

I sha'nt tell you where we went 

To spend the time betv;een eleven and three ; 

But I might put it ubique. 

If some of us was of high type, 

We pulled some thinp that wasn't ripe. 

Our appetites would fret a sinner, 

They Vv^ere so long getting dinner ; 

But when they got it, it was good. 

The poor cook had such sorry wood. 

The viands were on polished platter. 

But in fun we had to tip the waiter 

Andja bald-headed lawyer with so many bunions 

We had to feed the bird on onions. 



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After we had licked the plate 

We went to see Humboldt meet her fate. 

The sky was cloudy and then 'twas fair, 

On our way while going there. 

The lightnings flashed and the thunder pealed 

Just as we entered the battle-field — 

We hadn't more 'n time to look around 

Before the rain came pattering down. 

Their umbrellas all did raise, 

And those without them almost did craze 

And to a cabin turn and split, 

Out the rain that they might get. 

It rained for about half an hour — 

A general pour down, splendid shower. 

After the rain they all came out 

To put Humboldt all to route 

The crowd got tired almost to die, 
While waiting for the ground to dry. 
But aft a while the ground got good. 
They began to do the best they could. 
The first ball thrown was hit co-whack 
By one of our gallant pack ; 
He knocked it high above the ground 
And gave a run, three-quarter round. 

The first stroke stunned the H't crew ; 
They didn't know what on earth to do. 
They wished the water would flood the place, 
So they'd escape the gross disgrace. 



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But the sun shone brightly to the end, 
And sweat and heat their steps attend. 
Well, bo3^s, don't pout and fret. 
For you may beat old Jackson yet. 
The game was ended a little late 
In favor of Jackson, 17 to 8. 
The crowd dispersed and went up town 
To see could anything else be found. 
We received a compliment on the v/ay — 
It seemed a bird to us did say: 
"Here they come, the ball is over," 
And then he said, "They are all sober." 

I said to myself, "That might be. 

But wait awhile and you will see. ' ' 

I wont tell you all we did ; 

You might think we backward slid. 

We had some music, you bet that. 

The song entitled, ^'In Pea-flat." 

We laughed, we laughed, we laughed out loud. 

We laughed, we laughed, what a jolly crowd. 

I believe the boys all night would stay 
If some of us hadn't pulled 'em away. 
But finally we got them to the train. 
And some then wanted to go back again, 
But the train pulled out and carried us away. 
With hopes to see you another day. 
Good-bye, good-bye, perhaps sometime 
We'll write up the Jackson boys in rhyme. 



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BROTHER'S EXPBRIKNCK. 

'Twill be your experience e'er since you were born, 

Be temperate in all things the heart of the corn, 

Earnestly praying all the day long. 

Be busy with something — always in song; 

Take time to get power from the Giver of all ; 

He gladly will help you, doubt not Him at all. 

Get the whole armor, both buckles and shield ; 
Forget not the helmet you'll need in the field. 
Remember the sandals with spikes in the souls. 
While crowding the enemy your ground for to hold. 
A plenty of charity pack i-ito 3^our grip 
For the sea-sick soldiers while on the trip. 

Stand firm by your cannon and let ^^our bullets fly. 
Aim strictly at the devil and hit him 'tween the eye. 
Faith in God the powder, is the word of God the ball. 
Touch the fuse at the proper time and the tallest one 

will fall. 
Then a dose of charity to suit the patient give ; 
He'll revive immediately and look to God and live. 



EASTER. 

Christmas was the time He was born, 
And the evil angels all did mourn. 
Easter is the time to rise 
And greet the angels in the skies. 



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CHORUS. 

Now sing the song, all ye host, 
Father, Son and Holy Ghost — 
Three in one and one in three — 
Kxtol to all eternity. 

He drew the sword, the scabbard rung. 
The tune angels in heaven sung 
Glory to the King of Peace, 
The King of Peace, the King of Peace ! 

CHORUS. 

Could any mortal whom now is made 
Doubt the plan that now is laid ? 
Quench not the Spirit, I pray you not, 
Or else in sin you'll be forgot, 

CHORUS. 

Pardon is for you and me — 
Your sins be drowned in the sea. 
Repent, repent ! I know you can ! 
Come out of sin and be a man. 

CHORUS. 

You can conquer just like He. 
I^ift the heart and bend the knee, 
To lead your enemies in the light — 
They cannot raise their hand to strike. 

CHORUS. 



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Paralyzed they'll be with fright 
When they are lead into the light. 
Strike with prayer where'er you go, 
It will bring dov/n every foe. 

CHORUS. 



KTBRNAI. IvlFE AND DEATH. 

A man of experience — 

Dear tuition paid 

All through life — 

The line of truth is laid, 

It is there. 

If it be out of sight 

You'll have to fight a battle 

To follow it aright. 

Enemies on the other side 

Will do their best 

The truth to hide, 

And when they think 

It's at their will 

It nauseates their stomachs still. 

To be driven like a herd of cattle 
By one man, oh, what a battle ! 
In order to keep selves off the grass, 
They release unto them Barrabas. 

But Barrabas will always die — 
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Nineteen hundred years ago 
And not dead yet, no, no, no ! 
And Judas, who betrayed the King, 
Hung himself, as the angels sing. 

THE FALIv AND RISK OF ADAM. 
I stood on the street and saw pass by, 
A cross of Cain with a fairer eye — 
Indeed I wished for a pen and ink. 
That I might mark the broken link. 
Man in God's own image made — 
The fall of Adam in a deeper shade. 

Not even a listen, not even a look. 

My way towards home forthwith I took, 

To paint the picture then in rhyme. 

Telling of another time 

Adam was tempted and did yield, 

And produced a seed to bruise his heel ; 

And upon the very offstart, 

A seed to bruise both heel and heart. 

It being scattered o'er the whole creation. 

Therefore came a perverse nation. 

A garden in which the devil might plow, 

And God, Himself, to show him how. 

So the devil came none too late 

To sow in the crop a variegate. 

By death from Abel, Cain was parted ; 

Therefore the cross to monk was started. 



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So man to monk and monk again — 
The general mixture of blood and brain ; 
But in the kneading of the whole 
There was poured in a little soul. 
And in the Book we know 'twas said: 
The seed should bruise the serpent's head ; 
But still in bramble, bush and brake, 
We hear the hissing of the snake. 

We know the Book has all come true, 
The bruising with you, and you, and you. 
A chain is no stronger than its weakest link ; 
Which one is the weakest ; Think ! think ! 
We are all mortals, men, men. 
There is none of us rose higher than sin. 



THE SWEETEST ONE. 

I have a poem in my mind — 
The best of all — the sweetest kind. 
What an honor from above 
To work for such a Ivord of love. 

What a pleasure in all things see 
His gentle presence leading me. 
Though often wrapped in a cloud so dark- 
Behind it shines the lovely spark. 

To put his word where all can reach, 
To live a life about him preach, 



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To study through his path of peace 
A wretched sinner gets release. 

Though robbed of all on earth to me — 
Get honey from the robbery, 
Bereft on earth of all my friends — 
Good multiply and make amends. 

And those who evil against us do 
Turn around and love Him too. 
A living thus is better far, 
For God, for God a conqueror. 



IF. 

If Geniuses to God could look, 

Whisky their brains would never cook. 

If the dog hadn't stopped to gnaw the bone. 

He'd have caught the rabbit, for it was his own. 

If girls would be modest, as they should, 

They would be loved by all that's good. 

If people would oftener hold their tongue, 

lycss hearts in the world be wrung. 

If Judas hadn't betrayed the King, 

He wouldn't have swung at the end of a string. 

If Christ had have heeded to his friends request, 

No salvation or no rest. 

If David's rock had have missed its mark, 

Israel would have remained in the dark. 

If Saul had have yielded the kingdom to Dave, 



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He would have missed a suicide's grave. 

If Pharaoh had have treated old Israel well, 

He wouldn't have been frying in a seething hell. 

If the sea hadn't caught old Egypt's host, 

Pharaoh would have had more to boast. 

If Aaron hadn't made the calf of gold, 

The tale of the calf wouldn't have been so old. 

If Moses had have done exactly right, 

He'd have entered Canaan long 'fore night. 

If Miriam had kept singing her song, 

Moses would have entered with the throng. 

If is the word of all words hated, 

Were it not for if so many more mated. 

If knocks out many, you's and I's, 

And causes niany laughs and crys. 

If is little, but awful loud, 

And has caused many a birth and shroud. 

If is popular and can't be bought, 

At the head of almost every thought. 

If if could out be rooted, 

Some other word then be substituted. 

If is a power of expression stout, 

A million years and not worn out. 

Ifs are everywhere higher or lower. 

Are they too many in the world for W. H. Moore. 



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COI^IvISION. 

I came to the city, to rest to me dear, 

But swallowed by the sharks ere I settled here; 

I knew a battle I'd have to fight, 

To lead them from the darkest night. 

I knew it, but to me 'twas hard. 

That the dollar was their only god ; 

To get it they laid many a scheme. 

To get the dollar, but not the cream. 

But in it they saw they all were caught, 

And by evil all were bought. 

As a fish would swallow a shining minnow. 

They thought at first no more a dinner. 

But regardless of all of evil's request, 

Four years or longer to digest ; 

Now seeing they've swallowed a bitter cup, 

They are hunting an excuse to throw it up. 

What ere their excuses they find to be. 

Turns out nothing, don't you see ! 

To keep it covered against their will, 

Nauseates and burning still. 

Their bitterness of soul I know it well, 

Worse than the fiery flames of hell, 

If possible on earth to be. 

But when in hell they'll plainer see. 

They had no idea I'd live to-day. 

To cover their theft how they did pray. 



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That I might die or lose my mind, 
A splendid excuse that they might find ; 
But a stronger mind I never had — 
Don't you know it makes them sad? 
For his vesture they did cast lots, 
Regardless of the leprous spots. 

And didn't know that the Lord they sold 
Would walk again on the world so bold. 
What feelings do you think they had, 
Both judges, jurors, man and lad? 
Brutes they were, dog, hog and goat. 
He'd walk by seeing them wearing his coat? 
And the women all would sigh and cr}^. 
Regretting they ever saw him die. 

And wished they hadn't had a hand in such, 
To murder the one they loved so much. 
But envy in the hands of power, 
A long lifetime to rue the hour. 
And after death, we know it well, 
In the fiery flames, in a seething hell ; 
But the Lord did pity and love them all. 
And died to save them from the fall. 

I, a starved hero had rather be. 

Than a fat, low down coward,. see? 

I'd rather be a prince in rags. 

Than a hanged Judas and carry the bags. 

If a dog should steal my cake of butter. 



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I'd recover and throw it in the gutter ; 
Or choke the brute on that he'd stole, 
Until he lay in death so cold. 

A judge to be just, like a dog. 
You could make bark at angel or hog. 
To be led by the devil's clan, 
Isn't fit to judge either dog or man. 
The very devil in hell of him ashamed. 
Would kick him in the hottest flame ; 
Perhaps its best this way to tell, 
Just make of him another hell. 



A PAUSE. 

God did use his influence 
And raised up another queen ; 
With garments spotless as the snow, 
Most beautiful, as was ever seen. 

She was my choice of six or eight, 

But to us both what a bitter fate ; 

The others perceiving on whom I'd settle. 

Their jealous hearts began to nettle, 

And to throw poison in the way 

That each to each from each might stay. 

She was timid and so was I, 

Therefore 'twas best to let it die. 

To be persistent in meeting a friend, 
As evil all our steps attend — 



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Presumption, though it wish to save, 

But oft instead it digs a grave. 

And presuming back on the other's part, 

Stabs the other to the heart ; 

And then society takes it up 

And rejoices in the bitter cup. 

An argument with friend or foe, 
Not worth a cent, no ! no ! no ! 
Ask of God to seal your lip. 
And you'll escape many a slip. 
Let this be to the St. Bernard, 
To live his life I know is hard ; 
Had I as much dog in me, 
I'd turn and bark up the other tree. 

I stand this so living see, 

Heart-whole yet and fancy free ; 

Let all this be right or wrong, 

I've made of all of it a song. 

The last of this book now I write. 

Though day is taking the place of night ; 

There is something still better than I have penned, 

But to conclude, call this the end. 



VUG 1 1900 



